Resting On Your Bones, Bowing To Your Throne
Dawn swept over Delumine, the rays of early morning sunlight crashed into the towering spires. She whispers her morning lullaby meant to stir the souls of the Dawn Court to life. Aeranas sighs with the sunrise as it begins to rise in the sky. The air is cool, and the city is quiet. The ghost haunts one of the highest points along the wall available for the citizens of Delumine to reach. It is the place he ascends each morning to bask in the rays of early morning light. It is often the only time he allows himself to quietly contemplate all that he has encountered in his life. Each journey he has taken, each step he has made with his former companion. Morning is for mourning to him. The gentle glow from his scarf pulses the most in the morning, it is like the sea. The tides of the pulsing sway with his emotions, it flickers most when he feels the sadness in his core. It attempts to brighten the abyss that has devoured him. The abyss that has forced him to be but a memory, a whisper, a ghost among those that still feel alive.
Aerie allows his tears to fall until the morning dew is dried by the rising sun. Dawn too stains his cheeks with the reminders of his sorrow, until he returns to his dwelling and submerges his face in a basin of water before going out to face the day. It is the ritual he performs each day, so that he may continue on as the storyteller he wants the world to see. He does not want them to see the book of sorrows that has replaced his heart. The burden that he carries in the shape of her memory. Aerie does not want to be known for his sadness, but for the entertainment and joy, he brings to others. It is the only gift he can offer the world for all that it has shown him. As he turns to start his day, he nearly collides with somebody he was not aware of. He did not hear them ascend the same familiar stone stairway, nor did he hear their hooves upon the uneven ground. He pulls his head upward abruptly, as he attempts to avoid harming the stranger with his antlers.
Aerie pulls his gaze upwards to find out who has discovered him this morning. It will be the first time anyone has ever found him up here.
Aerie allows his tears to fall until the morning dew is dried by the rising sun. Dawn too stains his cheeks with the reminders of his sorrow, until he returns to his dwelling and submerges his face in a basin of water before going out to face the day. It is the ritual he performs each day, so that he may continue on as the storyteller he wants the world to see. He does not want them to see the book of sorrows that has replaced his heart. The burden that he carries in the shape of her memory. Aerie does not want to be known for his sadness, but for the entertainment and joy, he brings to others. It is the only gift he can offer the world for all that it has shown him. As he turns to start his day, he nearly collides with somebody he was not aware of. He did not hear them ascend the same familiar stone stairway, nor did he hear their hooves upon the uneven ground. He pulls his head upward abruptly, as he attempts to avoid harming the stranger with his antlers.
Aerie pulls his gaze upwards to find out who has discovered him this morning. It will be the first time anyone has ever found him up here.
@Ipomoea | I hope this is alright. I haven't written Aerie in a long time.
