[P] In this old town, we're tumbling down

[Florentine]

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Florentine stands amidst the long grasses. Her wing is a curious thing at her side. It is still all odd angles and yet more elegant than it had been before. More right.
 
Oh healing was a long, slow, slow process. The knitting of bone ached like needles in the deepest parts of the night. In brightest day it was a whisper, a twinge when her wing flexed, when the feathers extended out, out, out to catch the air.
 
Florentine looks up, her eyes closed as the breeze rushes forward. It comes to the girl of gold as if to encourage her up into the skies. Here, with eyes closed, the grasses are but clouds, the rustle of trees the rush of wind in her ears. In this moment a Pegasus can remember what it is to fly…
 
Yet this girl of twilight is so utterly grounded. Gravity laughs as it weaves its roots about her slender ankles. Her skull tilts, eyes opening to behold her brother’s castle. The last she looked upon the keep, she had been a queen. But now she stands, learning what it was to be a citizen once more.
 
 Her blood is fire in her veins, it cries for freedom, for something other than what it has become. Florentine is running with the earth trembling at her feet, her heart lifts where her body cannot. The citadel looms, in shadow and beauty and candlelit gold. Its door is great and vast and gazes on her with a familiarity that is both warmth and ice.
 
To open it is nothing, to stand in its atrium is to stand amidst ghosts. Voices, memories, shadowed encounters, oh they fill each inch of the tiled floor. Slowly Florentine steps through every one of them, a ship parting the seas, she does not stop, not until she steps within the throne room and there her lips tip into a smile that hurts more acutely than her wing ever has. Before her stands a corporal being, flesh and bone where her memories (so newly regained) are not.
 
“Asterion.” His sister says all light and life and hidden sorrow.

@Asterion

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