Echoes of you, repeating from the beating of your tell-tale heart
The sea continues to prove that she is his most reliable friend, as she leads Aeranas parallel with the horizon, onward to the Dusk Court. Dusk had not been far from where he'd met Uzuri. The woman had been so adamant that she did not visit the sea often, and denied that the sea was a friend of hers. The words of her denial were empty, but Aerie still inferred the lack of a relationship by she did not say. The Dusk Court had been the court his grandmother had most wanted to visit because it had been her favourite time of day. Aeranas races the sun across the course sands beneath his spindly limbs. His limbs are carved from marble, but they appear as though they will shatter beneath him. The ghost is blessed with the warmth of the sun, as he is with good health. So far he has met a kind phantom and a woman whose words flow uncertainly. Aerie only wishes that his grandmother could meet them too. He only has this scarf wound comfortably around his slender nape to carry her memory with him. It is like a warm embrace that he always has with him, to comfort him on the days he misses her so terribly. Each new day is still as hard as the previous to continue on. Aerie remembers his grandmother telling him how she was afraid of their adventures but grateful to have him at her side. Did she know what it felt like to dive into new adventures without someone at your side? Salted tears spilled from his lids and were forgotten in the sand. If only they could have turned into crystals so that he would not forget them as much as he fears to forget the woman who raced beside him for so long.
In time his swollen eyes cease to leave a trail of his tears along the shores. It is something the sea will never tell anyone. She will not tell anyone how he weeps for the one he has lost. The ghost ceases his race with the sun when he can see the jagged stones turn to lush grass. Then he knows he is growing close to the Dusk Court. The court will soon be haunted by his presence until he disappears from her walls to find the home he belongs in. Aeranas knows that he belongs in the Dawn Court, though he also knows that it is the time of day he now resents. At night when he dreams, his life is full again. When he wakes he is reminded of the terrible hole carved into his very soul. It will take more time to heal from her absence, and the stories he now gathers is slowly filling them. The ghost will always reserve a place in his soul reserved for his grandmother so that he can carry her with him. When the grasses turn to ancient stone streets, when his lungs burn like fire, that is when he stops. In the sky, another like the phantom soars toward the ground. They are not a phantom, they are not kissed by the heavens. Stars are not spilled across their coat. They have wings made of once roaring embers. Their wings only hold the memory of the fire. This is no phantom, this is someone who appears as though they could set the world on fire. Their tail is made from woven mud, and their nape is bound by fire in a gilded cage. Daggers forged from rich terracotta collide with the ancient gray stone. The dying embers come to rest at the earthen creature's side.
Aerie is not concerned if he gets caught admiring the gentle green that rests comfortably on their face. A gentle smile wakes the ghost's face as he approaches his new companion. He would tell the stories of the winged dragon made of the earth who wore fire in a gilded cage upon their neck. "They must tell stories about the one who is brave enough to trap fire in a gilded cage, and wear it upon their neck. Do your wings remember the flames too?" Aeranas speaks to them with soft, but leading words. He is complimenting them, but he is also building their story. "What do the skies taste like? Please enlighten a story-teller. An adventurer who aches for the skies. How free it must be..." He speaks longingly to his companion. The ghost still speaks to his companion as though they have been friends for a very long time. As if it is good to finally catch up with them, for after today they may never see one another again.
"My name is Aerie." This will be the only souvenir he gives to his companion.
In time his swollen eyes cease to leave a trail of his tears along the shores. It is something the sea will never tell anyone. She will not tell anyone how he weeps for the one he has lost. The ghost ceases his race with the sun when he can see the jagged stones turn to lush grass. Then he knows he is growing close to the Dusk Court. The court will soon be haunted by his presence until he disappears from her walls to find the home he belongs in. Aeranas knows that he belongs in the Dawn Court, though he also knows that it is the time of day he now resents. At night when he dreams, his life is full again. When he wakes he is reminded of the terrible hole carved into his very soul. It will take more time to heal from her absence, and the stories he now gathers is slowly filling them. The ghost will always reserve a place in his soul reserved for his grandmother so that he can carry her with him. When the grasses turn to ancient stone streets, when his lungs burn like fire, that is when he stops. In the sky, another like the phantom soars toward the ground. They are not a phantom, they are not kissed by the heavens. Stars are not spilled across their coat. They have wings made of once roaring embers. Their wings only hold the memory of the fire. This is no phantom, this is someone who appears as though they could set the world on fire. Their tail is made from woven mud, and their nape is bound by fire in a gilded cage. Daggers forged from rich terracotta collide with the ancient gray stone. The dying embers come to rest at the earthen creature's side.
Aerie is not concerned if he gets caught admiring the gentle green that rests comfortably on their face. A gentle smile wakes the ghost's face as he approaches his new companion. He would tell the stories of the winged dragon made of the earth who wore fire in a gilded cage upon their neck. "They must tell stories about the one who is brave enough to trap fire in a gilded cage, and wear it upon their neck. Do your wings remember the flames too?" Aeranas speaks to them with soft, but leading words. He is complimenting them, but he is also building their story. "What do the skies taste like? Please enlighten a story-teller. An adventurer who aches for the skies. How free it must be..." He speaks longingly to his companion. The ghost still speaks to his companion as though they have been friends for a very long time. As if it is good to finally catch up with them, for after today they may never see one another again.
"My name is Aerie." This will be the only souvenir he gives to his companion.
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