I S O R A T H It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it had, that look of consternation which had flashed across Reichenbach's face. Aimed at him. The whole thing should of been easy to simply...let go of, yet, it remained. Annoyingly, maddeningly so. It sank into the marrow of his bones and wrapped it's tendrils around his ribcage. He cannot remove the image of that face, those eyes. Burning as his insides scoffed with indignation, yet on the outside he appeared serene. As the thief shed his disguise and the actor changed clothing, he had slipped from it as if removing one of his many exquisite cloas. He slinked onward with the lithe grace granted to him by long limbs and careful breeding, illuminated by the fires dotted around the landscape, bathed in a glow given by the candles which floated behind his head on their halo throne. Around them Terrastella came to life, rearing toward the sky with glittering eyes and hope in their hearts. Voices raised to the heavens and bodies melded together in the flurry of the night, ember lined shapes painted in promises and desires. "Lysander." He began, peering at the mysterious stallion from underneath a canopy of long, fan-like lashes. "You had questions about Vectaeryn I remember you saying, what is it you would know of us?" Florentine and Reichenbach may as well have been World's away by now, swallowed by the Night and the revelry. They're a world within a world, something shifts inside him and he slows to something else. No longer is he leading, cloven hooves dance across the grasses near silently as the music seeps into his skin and his blood hums with it. His body itches now, memories of another place, another lifetime bleed out one precious drop at a time. They're in the thick of it now, surrounded by dancers and those under the influence, sweetened and softened by the wine and spirits so easily and willingly shared. Others have been emboldened by it, he can spy with lilac eyes, as they chase and chase, racing the wind and their shouts are not the melody of the night. Incense invades the senses, heady and unfiltered, gifted in honor and praise to the gods whose figures dot the landscape here and there, silent, ever watching and yet so alive. Alive in hearts and minds. Even above them, pegasai dance in the wind, through the smoke and the remnants of flame carried on high. Coming into focus as they dare to dance lower and lower, feathered wings wrapped close as they dive and then gone again in a flurry of fallen feathers as they ascend back into the heady smoke and night sky. He pivots to face the other suddenly, as wide white wings reach toward the heavens to catch him. His gold and silver finery jingle in the momentum as starlit hair flows and settles like rivers in far away valleys of moonstone and porcelain. He is Regent after all, and these are his people. He would be remiss to not join them, their hoots and hollers at his arrival do not go unheard as they dance around them, around the Bonfire they're beside, and only serve to drive the fervor forward. "I also remember you wanted to dance?" TAG: @Lysander hopefully this is okay <3 isorath talks |
