M O I R A
she looks into her mirror,
wishing someone could hear her, so loud
Closed. Trapped. Stuck.
Large gates, larger than life and death itself, had been drawn shut, tightly sealed when she'd come back to them. Only upon confirmation that the phoenix belongs within the walls of Denocte was she allowed in, and now that she is once more in the palm of her court she does not know what to do. A taste for adventure lodged itself in her throat when she met Asterion, and then Thorvald, and even Eik. How long would she be left within the walls of the Night Court?
But how many have you neglected to meet, she berates herself silently, stern enough that she knows her aunt would be proud and the reprimand.
So she walks through the streets of Denocte when others are about, throngs of citizens swarming in the common areas in garbs as dark as their sky they were now under. It is here she sees the woman made of starlight and night sky, born of blue and white that cling to every slender and sloping curve until Mo is lost in the beauty of the woman completely. There is nothing of the silver outside of eyes that are so much like Caine's (but kinder) to remind her of the Tonnerre clan. Estelle is off her mind, something that usually weighs the woman down into a sort of somber mood that does not allow her to walk freely among those so like her and yet not.
But today... She is not distracted by the noise or stalls within the market, she is not pulled from her contentment by the hustle and bustle (well, not really). It is the calmness of the blue woman, stuck in some other place where her own thoughts reign supreme, that distracts the phoenix woman from the beauty that the Court has to offer. Approaching on light feet, the caretaker stops short of the blue woman. "You're Lyra, right?" she asks, her words as soft as starlight, "I'm Moira, Moira Tonnerre." It is a simple introduction, something a sweet and simple as the women - one of night, one of day, both heartbreakingly beautiful side by side as though the heavens themselves were meeting in the middle.
@Lyra I'm so happy for these two to meet finally !
wishing someone could hear her, so loud
Closed. Trapped. Stuck.
Large gates, larger than life and death itself, had been drawn shut, tightly sealed when she'd come back to them. Only upon confirmation that the phoenix belongs within the walls of Denocte was she allowed in, and now that she is once more in the palm of her court she does not know what to do. A taste for adventure lodged itself in her throat when she met Asterion, and then Thorvald, and even Eik. How long would she be left within the walls of the Night Court?
But how many have you neglected to meet, she berates herself silently, stern enough that she knows her aunt would be proud and the reprimand.
So she walks through the streets of Denocte when others are about, throngs of citizens swarming in the common areas in garbs as dark as their sky they were now under. It is here she sees the woman made of starlight and night sky, born of blue and white that cling to every slender and sloping curve until Mo is lost in the beauty of the woman completely. There is nothing of the silver outside of eyes that are so much like Caine's (but kinder) to remind her of the Tonnerre clan. Estelle is off her mind, something that usually weighs the woman down into a sort of somber mood that does not allow her to walk freely among those so like her and yet not.
But today... She is not distracted by the noise or stalls within the market, she is not pulled from her contentment by the hustle and bustle (well, not really). It is the calmness of the blue woman, stuck in some other place where her own thoughts reign supreme, that distracts the phoenix woman from the beauty that the Court has to offer. Approaching on light feet, the caretaker stops short of the blue woman. "You're Lyra, right?" she asks, her words as soft as starlight, "I'm Moira, Moira Tonnerre." It is a simple introduction, something a sweet and simple as the women - one of night, one of day, both heartbreakingly beautiful side by side as though the heavens themselves were meeting in the middle.
@Lyra I'm so happy for these two to meet finally !
