[AW] Before the dark hour of reason grows

[Aislinn]

A I S L I N N "TO THE STARS THAT LISTEN" Sunlight drifted in through the wide open passageways, the warm summer air like a welcome blanket; bringing laughter and happiness that spread like wildfire among the court denizens. The dark woman drifted through the Night palace, ever-wandering and aimless in her destination. Her hooves clicked softly as she walked, her mind elsewhere as she came upon an open aclove amongst the labyrinth of hallways. Icy-sapphire orbs blinked back to reality as she watched a youngling — gorgeous with their wings and splashed colors — play and dance to their own visions. Almost instantly, as she smiled, Aislinn was transported back to her first year. Back home when she was a youngling herself, back on the road with the warrior Rahilah. But most important of all, her memories bubbled over with her mother dame. Snow-white and winged herself, Luna of the Stars would watch her as she played to her own imagination and perils, heroics and daring battles... just like she now watched the colorful youth now. She gulped down her grief and anguish, swallowed her nostalgia, and instead sighed at the reminder that her mother had taught her one of the most important lessons of all: to see the good in everything, and to dream. So she stood at the edge of the open-mouthed aclove, a soft grin on her velvet lips. The foal reminded her so much of herself that at first she did not notice another presence in the room. His voice broke the reverie, the stormsinger's orbs snapping to his attention. She had seen him before in passing, and — oh. Yes, she had heard stories of him, she knew for certain now. The warrior-brute and his hellhound; she watched them both in silent caution, dipping her crown in respect. Her attention turned to the foal now, a warm grin reaching up into her blue gaze. "Hello, my dear." OOC: @miette @rostislav

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