A I S L I N N
some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes.
other people are born with stars at their feet,
but their souls are lost at sea.
- nikita gill
The coming storm sang to her in sweet musical notes as she closed her eyes to focus on the beauty of it's chaotic roar. She tucked her wings in close, relaxing the great feathery appendages without a single plume touching the ground. Aislinn reveled silently, icy blue orbs blinking open to watch the rolling violet billows rushing towards land from across the sea. The sky darkened as night spilled like ebony ink, eating away the last rays on sunlight until there was nothing left. Lightning crackled, sharp and beautiful, breaking up the bruised clouds in flashes of white light. Aislinn stared from her perch on the cliff top, wondering to herself if she had ever seen anything so wickedly lovely in her life.
As she watched, the stormsinger did not flinch as a warm presence appeared at her side. Momentarily she tasted her surprise, like lemon candy sweetened with honey; Aislinn took comfort around those who felt the same as she. Maybe, just maybe, she was not as strange as she had felt when she was young; another thunder-hearted soul who was at home with the fury of angry rain showers and the dance of hurricanes.
A moment or so passed, before the beautiful stranger spoke gently to her. Only then did the gypsy woman turn her gaze to the pale creature at her side. She was alluring and mysterious; stripes unlike any she had seen crossing over her ivory coat. Underneath the strong taste of salt in the air, Aislinn took note that the newcomer did not give off the distinct scent of Denocte. However, although the woman appeared warm and unthreatening, the warrior kept her caution on a back burner for safe keeping.
A genuine smile tugged at her velvet lips at the woman's words though, and as a reply formed in her mouth, her king appeared with an answer. He arrived as if he was made of shadows and stars - a true embodiment of the court he ruled - and something caught in her throat as her eyes widened with... something she could not recognize. As if a cord snapped violently in her rib cage, Aislinn dipped her crown quickly in respect. "My King."
The stormsinger slowly rose, before she looked up at his handsome face, at the orbs of molten silver that she could not shake from her memory. Visions of his coronation flooded back to her — not as if they had left her anyways — her heart drumming madly to the rumble of thunder all around them. Her muscles tensed as she remembered how she reveled and danced beneath the stars, a sigh escaping her as she recalled vanishing into the mist as the night quieted to dawn.
For the days and long nights following, she was haunted by the bliss of meeting him, his name like a whispered promise in her ear. He knew what she was, and that fact alone overwhelmed her with curiosity and wonder. Aislinn remembered how the shock of watching the string of gypsy coins clinked as he shook his wild curls; and now, here he stood before her. Proud and beautiful in the madness of the storm around him, and.. around a complete stranger from another court.
Aislinn blew air through her nostrils, angling her body to move between Reichenbach and the stranger. No matter how much she yearned for the company of someone like-hearted, her need to protect burned in her like a wildfire in a dry summer — unrelenting and untamed. But she did not want to come off as rude, the dreamer in her blood battling the warrior on her other shoulder. Exhaling slowly, the seal bay mare let her muscles relax. A single raindrop fell before being followed by another, and another, dripping down the planes of her face as she looked to the other woman and her king. "Yes, I would say it is." Lightning crackled across the dark sky, as if in answer. A marvelous, wondrous thing as the stormsinger relaxed even further. How could she feel tense in a place she had never felt more alive?
Thread inspired by this playist.
