[AW] The Court of Dreams

[Aislinn]

The air was light with the reverie. Joyous laughter, the song and dance of court goers. The heaviness in her heart lifted, her eyes closing as dreams of softness welled up in her mind's eye. Yes, she could see it. Almost as if she could step out of her own body into the dream itself, an astral plane of a perfect world, the perfect scenario. But no, she was here. Tied to the physical realm, to reality. It was the closest she would get to heaven, she presumed. The glade was overflowing with excited banter and revelry, a carnival of smiles and a celebration fitting to be had under the stars. And oh, how the stars smiled down upon them all. They appeared to glimmer brighter than the dame had ever seen them before -- shining pearls in purple sea. She stood on the edge of the festival, sapphire orbs observant as a small smile tugged at her lips.

Aislinn tucked her wings closer to her delicate-but-mighty frame, the only outward physical sign of her discomfort. She was overwhelmed by the newness of Court life; having grown up on the go, constantly moving. And around strong, feminine pillars.. ones that no longer surrounded her. She drew in a long and steady breath, held it, and slowly exhaled. Calm washed over it as she repeated the practice, her wings loosening and stretching at her sides. Her eyes wandered on  the other souls, until her focus landed on a dark bay stallion opposite the glade of her. Sleek muscles, a kind smile. Their new Sovereign, her new king. Her heart fluttered. She could not deny he was handsome.. as well as the other males in their court. A true smile snuck out of her facade as her King toasted to them all, his voice a deep rumble as he laughed. Pure happiness. Joy. So this is what her mother Luna had talked to her about when she was young.. to dream. To dance. To lose yourself in the music.

Suddenly, she was moving. No longer on the outskirts of the fray, but in the thick of it. Dancing, her thoughts lost and wild and free as a summer night's breeze. Aislinn  was not only drunk off of the pure happiness radiating off of the crowd, but she was intoxicated with her own. Her voice resonated the call -- long live the king -- closing her eyes. Relaxed and at home with herself, the celebration reminded her of the festivals the gypsies would hold. A home away from home. One by one, when she opened her eyes, she saw the members of Court approach their new King. When he was alone again, the greying dark mare trotted outside of the dance, light on her hooves. As she approached him, she felt her breath catch in her throat. She bowed, wings spreading and dipping with her in respect, and also to hide her own embarrassment. "Long may you reign, my King."

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