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- Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning

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f l o r e n t i n e

 
It was not hard to stand beside her closest friend upon the golden sands of one beach, with its rolling sea, and to recall another day when they had stood upon another beach.
 
Amidst the talk of gods and lands her heart aches for a home she had, had so briefly. “I miss Neverland, Pan.” She says so softly, the Novus winds try to steal her confession away. Amethyst eyes, dusky dark turn to her friend, glimmering with unshed tears like the twinkling of early stars.
 
Oh this pain, this pain that crept upon her with its needle-sharp pain. Oh this ache that pierced so deeply into her heart it stole her breath and set fire burning within her soul. It would consume her. She knew this, she would be ash at the end of this slow burning fire. Grief would make her soot upon the wind.
 
These were idle flames she bore. Her playful countenance, her bright spirit, were water to these glowing embers. But her light disposition would never rid her of this grief. Oh simple, simple dagger.
 
Pan, that boy of scales and emerald green, pulls her back, back into this conversation of gods and temples. Florentine lets him, for to not would merely be to wallow in remorse. Consideration of his words, lowers her lashes to her cheeks.
 
“She made him seem grand and wonderful.” She says of Inkheart at last, her voice soft, pensive.  “But I know nothing more of Solis than what she has told me.”
 
Her smile alights upon her face, a rising sun through the dark, crying rains of night. “I hope gods are like that too, Pan, for I cannot help but view them as superfluous…” Her smile turns guiltily sly.
 
“I believe the Dawn god is Oriens…” Flower strewn hair shivers as she shakes her head with disbelief. How ironic that the girl who could not believe was the very one who knew the most about the gods… Her gaze pulls him in to bruised purple as she smiles, “We should stick together Pan. Where is home? I live in the Dusk Court, I should like to show it to you?” 

@Pan - shall we conclude this thread and we can do one with Yana in the Dusk Court?

this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart


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She is clothed with strength and dignity, 
and she laughs without fear of the future 






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RE: Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning - by Florentine - 08-11-2017, 12:27 PM
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