Caelum
i've had just enough time"
The lights danced.
It was like a beautiful display of color had taken over the markets. Any wall or item was brought into relief by the glowing embers, hues of gold, ruby and touches of sunset orange reflected off of any nearby surface. The lit the world with brilliance, even in the dead of night - pardon the term for this season. So much light, and warmth, made warmer by the laughter and good nature of those talking and happily meandering together. All but the pale blue roan who was almost silver beneath the flood of the moonlight. Out of reach of the light of the flames, she stood in opposition to them, cold to the appearance, like water to their vibrant fire. But then again, among all the joy and laughter and happy faces . . . she was in contrast to that as well. She hadn't gone to pay her respects to the dearly departed, she hadn't gone among the flames to say hello to those new to Denocte, or just visiting. She hadn't done much since arriving at the edge of the market but to watch, and to think.
He'd have liked this.
For one who knew of her history, they might wonder which he she had been talking about. The fair fae hadn't had good luck in terms of keeping a love. She'd found love thrice in her life, but each time that love had been ended before it's time a life cut short too soon. In this case, however, her thoughts were on Tremaine. So full of life he'd been. He'd have gone barreling into the crowds, wowing them with stories or his actions alone. He'd been a social creature, carefree and wild - the opposite of her more regal and soft demeanor. It'd been why her people had frowned upon their coupling. A creature of such dark origins and appearances, with the princess of the seelie courts. Yes, it'd been an unlikely romance, but they had a tendency to bring out the best in each other. Trey had been her light, making her brighter and more open. She'd been his calm, mellowing his nature and helping him control his anger.
This was his scene.
And she found herself balking at the idea of facing the masses alone, with out someone by her side to offer their support. But if anything, ones past made them stronger . . . and she was more than just a delicate dame anyway. The fae seemed to square her shoulders, realigning her wings against her back, the iridescent film gleaming silver, glittering and twinkling with the stars above. Caelum took a deep breath before moving forward. Her long, thick mane was carried in a light breeze, untucking it from where she'd carefully looped it so it would drag through dirt and brush on her way here. Glancing at the loose strands she sighed but didn't bother readjusting them, the ground beneath her was stone, a creation made of blocks of iron and cobblestone, moonstones peppered in through out the path. Safe enough to avoid having brambles caught in the long strands of ivory as they fell in slight waves to the ground, trailing behind her like the veil of a bride. Only the color kept it from being the veil of a widow.
The warmth was illuminating.
She wasn't close enough yet for the flames to hue her pelt in obscure streaks of color, but she was already feeling the warmth conjured by the mix of multiple bodies, and bonfires around. She headed closer to the crowd, her steps delicate but each placement made with purpose. Her head was held high, gaze confident but serene and kind. You can take the princess out of the kingdom, but the lessons on how to behave remained. It didn't matter what setting she was in, Cael had a tendency to express stately importance, tempered by the soft kindness of a crowned princess well loved by her people . . . when she'd had people. She'd have to make her way to the place of memorials, she had a number of individuals to mourn, an entire kingdom, an entire crown. So much death had surrounded her life thus far - it was a painful reminder that nothing was ever truly safe.
She was healing, though.
A slow progress, but being in a new land, where no one knew her, no one knew her past, knew her titles and her name. No one knew the nightmares that plagued her in the dead of the night . . . here, it was safe. Here, it was peaceful. Caelum made her way among the bonfires, smiling softly - kindly - to those she passed, bowing her tiara just so to those who responded to her smile in kind. Silent greetings, no words exchanged least she interrupt any of the conversations all around her. The flames refracted light towards her, shifting the moon-washed color of her blue-roan pelt to an orange hue'd color that could cause someone to mistakenly assume she a bay roan rather than the true pale blue-roan she coat she wore. The colors were beautiful though, and her brown eyes widened at the pretty dancing flames, the colors memorizing for a mare who'd always had a soft spot for the variety of colors nature could hold.
Her smile widened.
Peaceful, that was what this place felt like. Even if she didn't say a word to the others as she moved through the area, even if they didn't do more than nod in her direction, even if they ignored her completely - the fire alone helped make it peaceful, comfortable, warm and alive. Her wings fluttered against her back, casting a light dusting of fairy dust to the ground around her before she found a spot far enough from a fire not to be in the way of others, but close enough to bask in the warmth. It was here she allowed her limbs to draw together as she lowered herself to the ground, her wings flat against her back, the fairy film catching the light of the flames in a kaleidoscope of hues, and she allowed that peace to soak her in.
"Speech"
Thoughts
It was like a beautiful display of color had taken over the markets. Any wall or item was brought into relief by the glowing embers, hues of gold, ruby and touches of sunset orange reflected off of any nearby surface. The lit the world with brilliance, even in the dead of night - pardon the term for this season. So much light, and warmth, made warmer by the laughter and good nature of those talking and happily meandering together. All but the pale blue roan who was almost silver beneath the flood of the moonlight. Out of reach of the light of the flames, she stood in opposition to them, cold to the appearance, like water to their vibrant fire. But then again, among all the joy and laughter and happy faces . . . she was in contrast to that as well. She hadn't gone to pay her respects to the dearly departed, she hadn't gone among the flames to say hello to those new to Denocte, or just visiting. She hadn't done much since arriving at the edge of the market but to watch, and to think.
He'd have liked this.
For one who knew of her history, they might wonder which he she had been talking about. The fair fae hadn't had good luck in terms of keeping a love. She'd found love thrice in her life, but each time that love had been ended before it's time a life cut short too soon. In this case, however, her thoughts were on Tremaine. So full of life he'd been. He'd have gone barreling into the crowds, wowing them with stories or his actions alone. He'd been a social creature, carefree and wild - the opposite of her more regal and soft demeanor. It'd been why her people had frowned upon their coupling. A creature of such dark origins and appearances, with the princess of the seelie courts. Yes, it'd been an unlikely romance, but they had a tendency to bring out the best in each other. Trey had been her light, making her brighter and more open. She'd been his calm, mellowing his nature and helping him control his anger.
This was his scene.
And she found herself balking at the idea of facing the masses alone, with out someone by her side to offer their support. But if anything, ones past made them stronger . . . and she was more than just a delicate dame anyway. The fae seemed to square her shoulders, realigning her wings against her back, the iridescent film gleaming silver, glittering and twinkling with the stars above. Caelum took a deep breath before moving forward. Her long, thick mane was carried in a light breeze, untucking it from where she'd carefully looped it so it would drag through dirt and brush on her way here. Glancing at the loose strands she sighed but didn't bother readjusting them, the ground beneath her was stone, a creation made of blocks of iron and cobblestone, moonstones peppered in through out the path. Safe enough to avoid having brambles caught in the long strands of ivory as they fell in slight waves to the ground, trailing behind her like the veil of a bride. Only the color kept it from being the veil of a widow.
The warmth was illuminating.
She wasn't close enough yet for the flames to hue her pelt in obscure streaks of color, but she was already feeling the warmth conjured by the mix of multiple bodies, and bonfires around. She headed closer to the crowd, her steps delicate but each placement made with purpose. Her head was held high, gaze confident but serene and kind. You can take the princess out of the kingdom, but the lessons on how to behave remained. It didn't matter what setting she was in, Cael had a tendency to express stately importance, tempered by the soft kindness of a crowned princess well loved by her people . . . when she'd had people. She'd have to make her way to the place of memorials, she had a number of individuals to mourn, an entire kingdom, an entire crown. So much death had surrounded her life thus far - it was a painful reminder that nothing was ever truly safe.
She was healing, though.
A slow progress, but being in a new land, where no one knew her, no one knew her past, knew her titles and her name. No one knew the nightmares that plagued her in the dead of the night . . . here, it was safe. Here, it was peaceful. Caelum made her way among the bonfires, smiling softly - kindly - to those she passed, bowing her tiara just so to those who responded to her smile in kind. Silent greetings, no words exchanged least she interrupt any of the conversations all around her. The flames refracted light towards her, shifting the moon-washed color of her blue-roan pelt to an orange hue'd color that could cause someone to mistakenly assume she a bay roan rather than the true pale blue-roan she coat she wore. The colors were beautiful though, and her brown eyes widened at the pretty dancing flames, the colors memorizing for a mare who'd always had a soft spot for the variety of colors nature could hold.
Her smile widened.
Peaceful, that was what this place felt like. Even if she didn't say a word to the others as she moved through the area, even if they didn't do more than nod in her direction, even if they ignored her completely - the fire alone helped make it peaceful, comfortable, warm and alive. Her wings fluttered against her back, casting a light dusting of fairy dust to the ground around her before she found a spot far enough from a fire not to be in the way of others, but close enough to bask in the warmth. It was here she allowed her limbs to draw together as she lowered herself to the ground, her wings flat against her back, the fairy film catching the light of the flames in a kaleidoscope of hues, and she allowed that peace to soak her in.
"Speech"
Thoughts
