DAUGHTER OF STORMS.
Welcome home.
Her own words reverberate and dance along the curves of her ribs, and her heart has never thundered more loud than in this moment. Not even the flames of her war could drown out the sound of it. Carefree and without abandon, as if the cage of her bones could no longer contain it. The gypsy blood running thick in her veins sings to her matching storms — wild and untamed, beautiful and chaotic. It is the same blood, the same call of nomadic wonders, that whispers to her star born king. That very call is the music of gold and silver coins that jingle in any happenstance breeze; the familiarity of trinkets bound into his dark curls akin to the ones that are tied to the feathers of her own. The drums that beat into a crescendo and fall is not unlike the music of Veteris, save for the passion that is driven into each strike against her skin. Below her, bodies pulse between the nooks and crannies of shimmering tents of violet and gold. Their camp is a galaxy — an indigo sea of stars and moons and suns of forgotten lands. She was drowning in the cinnamon and nutmeg smoke with a smile on her face, for this world was unlike any other. A kingdom of their own, and every bit Rahilah. Time to meet the family. If only he knew. Her crown whips to regard him, orbs flickering with blue flames. Wicked and matching the mischievous grin that tugs his velveteen lips. She doesn’t need any words, not anymore, as she turns and begins to descent into the heart of her universe. Her home, wherever her people may be. And maybe.. maybe it truly was his home as well. An abode for a wandering soul. If only she knew. Quickly, she is encompassed in the throng of beautiful bodies and warriors; colors and shapes that befit a summer’s rainbow shifting in the firelight. Voices rise and join in the gypsy’s song as they dance beneath a dusting of newborn stars. But yet, it is not long that one stops, then another. Their gazes fall upon her like the drapes of silk they fashion themselves with, and the smooth dips of their crowns are the respect of shared steel blades in the heat of battle. The music does not stop as she strides forward; a spear of shadows and storms with a King by her side. After all.. she is their Maiden. And like an ocean’s wave, their orbs drop as they pass, before flaring like supernovas. Their excitement palpable; glittering brighter than the silver of their weapons and the coins of gold that mark them. She’s home. She’s back. Our Storm Maiden. With a king. Those coins.. is he..? they whisper as they pass. Their cries melt into the symphony of drums and pounding feet and embers that fly heavenwards. And although her nerves burn with the ache to join them, to revel in her own return, Aislinn waits. She has come with purpose, as uncertainty falls off of her shoulders. Reichenbach is by her side, and that is all she needs. Together. But for once, her eyes catch the trinkets that shine against a backdrop of mahogany skin. They linger, as her ears curve to catch the sweet lullaby of the metal singing to one another as the chain moves. She had never noticed the intricacy of it’s design before, only that is was there, and that the coins were a near match to her own. Now, the whispers that grow speak a truth that even she might not have known. One that tugs at the corner of her copper lips. A story that had been told to her, long, long ago. In the midst of the ocean of wanderers, the stormsinger stops. She blinks, slowly, as if seeing the silver of his eyes for the first time. Under a new light. ”Reich.. your coins.” Could he be..? No.. we would have known. Wouldn’t we? the gypsies murmur. Her glare silences them as the drums swallow their whispers whole. But the world had never been more quiet to her, as she nods to the King of Stars. To Reichenbach, ever the man of shadows and song. Just like someone else the gypsies knew. Someone who’s legends were melded into their bookless stories spoken by fires and told to children both old and new. ”I think you’re Rahilah.” REGENT OF THE NIGHT COURT
@reichenbach <3 bloop
this post is EVERYWHERE but I figured the eventual meeting with her mother would be able to answer more questions too c: ”Aislinn speech.” |
