and, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
and she would mark the opening skies,
i saw no Heaven—but in her eyes
and she would mark the opening skies,
i saw no Heaven—but in her eyes
Eulalie was enchanted by the Night Markets. It was the first she'd ever seen them, and they are all torch fire and shadows and intrigue. Each stall boasts a unique ware, jewelry that sparkled in the firelight, spices that left a warm fragrance in the air, and all manner of other things. The golden haired woman paused at a few to admire the craftsmanship she sees, and wishes it were possible to bring home a little bit of it all with her to Delumine.
"It's all so beautiful," she said to Somnus, who was with her as they walked side by side beneath the stars. Regis had begged to come along, though he was off someplace in the hands of Ipomoea. No doubt the two boys were well enjoying themselves. Tonight it was only about the pair of them, the first true night they'd had alone in a long while. Eulalie turned to the gilded, green eyed man at her side and brushed her muzzle against his cheek, walking close enough that her side brushed against his wing.
Then her gaze alighted on something just past him, and a curious, mischievous glimmer lit her deep brown eyes. The tent was shrouded in shadows, breathing them, even, despite the bonfires on either side. From this distance Eulalie could barely make out the shine of something woven into the fabric. Immediately she turned toward the tent, "Let's go this way," Eulalie said, beckoning Somnus after her as she went.
The flickering light of the flames turned her ivory skin to gold as she drew closer. It was difficult to see beyond the dark opening of the tent, and the mystery only made her curiosity climb. Tugging gently on a bit of Somnus' mane with a bubbling laugh, Eulalie pushed her way past the flaps separating them from the inside.
And inside, inside was a woman who looked like she was made of the night sky with eyes as silver as stars. There were pillows of ruby red and in the woman's possession is a deck of cards. "Sit," she summons them, and Eulalie looks toward Somnus with wide, bright eyes. She wondered what he thought of this, wondered what she could possibly ask. What was it that she desired to know?
She thought of Regis, her beloved son, who often seemed to be doing so well but then his health might take 3 steps backward. She thought of Somnus, her love, and the shock he'd experienced at seeing his brother alive, the tension, the history, the anger there. In the end she had one question, and if any could tell her what she sought maybe this woman could. Eulalie waited for Somnus to inevitably join her before she spoke, "How can we remain strong in the face of our challenges?"
"It's all so beautiful," she said to Somnus, who was with her as they walked side by side beneath the stars. Regis had begged to come along, though he was off someplace in the hands of Ipomoea. No doubt the two boys were well enjoying themselves. Tonight it was only about the pair of them, the first true night they'd had alone in a long while. Eulalie turned to the gilded, green eyed man at her side and brushed her muzzle against his cheek, walking close enough that her side brushed against his wing.
Then her gaze alighted on something just past him, and a curious, mischievous glimmer lit her deep brown eyes. The tent was shrouded in shadows, breathing them, even, despite the bonfires on either side. From this distance Eulalie could barely make out the shine of something woven into the fabric. Immediately she turned toward the tent, "Let's go this way," Eulalie said, beckoning Somnus after her as she went.
The flickering light of the flames turned her ivory skin to gold as she drew closer. It was difficult to see beyond the dark opening of the tent, and the mystery only made her curiosity climb. Tugging gently on a bit of Somnus' mane with a bubbling laugh, Eulalie pushed her way past the flaps separating them from the inside.
And inside, inside was a woman who looked like she was made of the night sky with eyes as silver as stars. There were pillows of ruby red and in the woman's possession is a deck of cards. "Sit," she summons them, and Eulalie looks toward Somnus with wide, bright eyes. She wondered what he thought of this, wondered what she could possibly ask. What was it that she desired to know?
She thought of Regis, her beloved son, who often seemed to be doing so well but then his health might take 3 steps backward. She thought of Somnus, her love, and the shock he'd experienced at seeing his brother alive, the tension, the history, the anger there. In the end she had one question, and if any could tell her what she sought maybe this woman could. Eulalie waited for Somnus to inevitably join her before she spoke, "How can we remain strong in the face of our challenges?"
@Somnus <3
