'let us go now into the night-- together'
Pride lights a fire in her belly. Each of them is a spark, their hopes a flame and their eyes when they all meet her own are embers and kindling tossed upon that fire crackling between her ribs. All of her drips with flames, white as stars and hotter than the core of a comet and she wonders if they might see bits of her leaking out in the cracks and scrapes and blood that coats her like war-torn silk.
Oh! Oh how she wishes she wore a skin of starlight and dripped silver instead of blood. If only she were anything but bay and dark and tainted only slightly with color. If only she looked like their hope, consuming as the night sky and just as lovely.
But she is plain and her horn is nothing more than a slip of sword as it sighs through the air when she bows before each of them that comes to greet her.
Isra lifts her cheek for Moira's kiss and she sighs for how it feels so warm against the ocean and winter-chill of her skin. “Let us heal you too. None of this is made to be borne on a single one of us but it's for all of us to carry.” And as she watches the girl retreat with her bloody teeth and fresh scars she says, loud enough to rise above the clatter of all their hooves on the broken stones. “Come find me soon. I have a story to tell you.”
The stallions stay further back, silent but for the things raging like wildfires and almost frozen seas in their eyes. One is a sun and when Isra smiles at Acton she lets a little of that fire flash between her lips and a little of the sadness leak from her ocean eyes. She buries all the bitterness of his broken promises and dragon-fire and looks up to the sky to remember that there is only the future now. The other stallion is nothing more than a darkening of the shadows. Isra looks harder at the darkness and wishes, wishes, wishes that he'll come close.
Araxes comes forward and she breaks her gaze from the shadows and easily reflects back a smile. “Araxes,” She says on a sigh, a memory of wounds tended together with screams that could swallow up the thunder around them. “Thank you for all that you've done already and all that you will do. I look forward to working together to recreate Denocte.” Isra reaches forward towards Araxes in just a whisper of a touch and the movement is made of both gratitude and hope. “Perhaps we might talk on leadership later as we rebuild.”
The next mare comes, ablaze with her own fire and Isra's eyes echo that fire and look more like hurricane seas than winter seas. Hope and pride lick at her heat and her soul boils with all the things rising in the tides of her. “Our dreams are the same.” She says and when she blinks it feels as if sparks of white race like live-wires across the blackness of her eyelids. “Shall we be flames of hope together as well?” Her lips feel like fire when she reaches them out to Noctiilucen (phoenix hot).
Then Raymond breaks through the crowd and her eyes burn brighter still when they land on him. “Regent.” She says and it's the first time that her voice carries loud enough to echo and her teeth flash like falling stars between her black lips. There's no doubting that her gaze now is only on the red devil with blood that's redder still coating bits of pieces of him.
“I do not think all this hope of ours can be contained by gates of stone and steel anymore. Do you?” Her smile is almost feral when she walks towards him, almost wicked, almost like a unicorn's. The scar on her hip tingles like a shock-wave and her soul fire starts to roar.
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NOTE: This is the last reply from her in this thread but feel free to continue. It'll be moving location shortly <3 -wink, wink-
