only from the heart
can you touch the sky
can you touch the sky
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t first, she is a comet merely streaking through the skies. Pale, distant, something to look upon and make a wish. So you wish upon her as she flies. You do not expect her to fall. Then, she is the tsunami as the pebble drops, a great ball of wings and hair that crash down only for tidal wave of monsters to rise up. Waves ascend, reaching new heights the desert water only dreams of, and among it all the comet wilts.
She coughs, half of the sea falling from black and white lips. Green eyes are wide and wild, as wild as the banshee in the pool before him. And oh how she glistens, oh how she shines with water dripping down her. From the night skies, she could be one of those stars come to life, come to earth, come to Novus at last. Ethereal and ephemeral, Juniper rises as a ghost instead of a half-drowned phantom seeking revenge.
The world flashes and it's the morning. Everything is normal, or should have been. There is so much to do, so much to see. So she takes to the skies, th eskies intead of the treetops as her swamp would only allow once upon a time. Towering cliffs spread before her, Terrastella splayed out like a feast for her eyes.
And Juniper has been starved in those swamps for too long.
She heads North, and then East. The winds pulling her further and further, closer and closer to deserts. Endless stretches of sand at last meet her eyes. The heat presses down as the sun crawls into his bed, as Vespera whispers goodnight, as the wind finally lets up when her eyes drift closed.
Then, there is water. Water, and Jahin.
He is a wild thing, a sad thing, but not of her sort. Where she wears wings, the purple-eyed man wears a horn. Where her tail is too long to measure, her hair bound in braids and knots to keep from tangling too much, his is free and short. War-like, she thinks, picturing him as some pagan thing ready for battle. Some foreign thing bent on devouring the sun and the world.
Scars are his badges just as the gentle, demure glance she gives from under pale lashes at last is her weapon. Juniper never was any good at fighting for she never had to be, oh, but touching... She's had years to practice the best way to inspire another.
It is not a spirit that rises before him now, walks from the water and lifts her wings to watch the water fall. It is a star, a goddess, a glimmering jewel in a mortal body for the heartbeats that last between them that stares with eyes so green they are as fresh as the spring. And then, she smiles that dawn-bright smile, challenging even Solis for his spotlight and beauty. "Hello, earthling," she croons so softly, a tinkling on the wind, so soft it could be the breeze itself merely fluttering in Jahin's ears.
@Jahin | "speaks" | notes: coughs awkwardly hey there <3
