"The sea is emotion incarnate.
It loves, hates, and weeps."
It loves, hates, and weeps."
She turns from the sky and it feels like tearing two magnets apart. The stars are still dancing before them, wild and carefree even though they have been chewed out of the night and dropped like heavy stones in the mortal sea. They could learn something from the stars she thinks, the queen and the warrior with fire smoldering deep in her eyes.
Isra smiles and it feels a little less like a lie when she meets together their gazes. “But I think it might have something to do with hope and wishes. Or maybe it's something about the way the night takes everything light and makes a constellation with it. Maybe it's about none of those things.” Once her smile would have been sad, but tonight her heart feels full with a story. Her lips are humming like honeybees over her teeth and she wants to sing a legend to life beneath the smoke, dragons and lanterns.
Around them gray stones turn to moonstones. Fallen bits of cloth make themselves into more lanterns waiting for the flame. Heads turn towards her, and Isra thinks she can see both fear in wonder in all the eyes shifting away from her almost as soon as they land. It breaks her heart a little more under that story blooming like flowers on her tongue.
“I'd like to think that for some of them,” Isra tosses her horn towards the dancers and the singers. Each body around the fire is brighter than her, more alive than her. “it's about coming home.” The ocean i her gaze swells with the firelight dancing before them, it makes her seems strange (more like a unicorn and less like a queen).
She wonders if Morrighan understands that swell of fire in her eyes. Sometimes Isra does not even think she understands all the dark things living like sorrow in the ocean of her.
@morrighan // <3
