and a softness came from the starlight
and filled me full to the bone
and filled me full to the bone
When Aeneas wakes up in the middle of the night, it is because the storm has passed and the energy of it has charged him like a battery. He leaves his rumpled sheets and sneaks to the window; drawing the thick curtains aside. The Prince stares out at the Terrastellan countryside, shrouded in snow.
From the vantage of the citadel where they live, he can see across the entirety of Sussoro Fields and into the brimming trees of Tinea Swamp. It is all white, white, white. He has never seen so much snow, despite being born in winter; this is the largest storm of his life, thus far. The moon is half-full above the fields; shaped like a winking eye, and the stars a plethora of silver dust thrown in fistfuls across the black expanse of sky.
Aeneas leaves his room, quietly; he tries not to wake his sister, but knows his energy is radiant. It fills the room, nearly humming. His skin glows bright and when he steps out into the unlit corridor beyond, he becomes his own lantern.
The young boy walks through hallways full of tapestries; he passes by a statue of Vespera and bows his head reverently, wondering if in the land of the gods she sleeps. He pauses for a moment and asks her, in his head, if the night makes her feel shy, too.
Aeneas doesn’t expect an answer, though, and continues on. The sound of his hooves is repressed by the thick wool rug beneath them. He finds his way deeper and deeper into the citadel, until he stands in a moonlit window overlooking the city of Terrastella.
There is something magical about it, all shrouded in snow and starlight. He doesn’t think he has ever seen something so beautiful.
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From the vantage of the citadel where they live, he can see across the entirety of Sussoro Fields and into the brimming trees of Tinea Swamp. It is all white, white, white. He has never seen so much snow, despite being born in winter; this is the largest storm of his life, thus far. The moon is half-full above the fields; shaped like a winking eye, and the stars a plethora of silver dust thrown in fistfuls across the black expanse of sky.
Aeneas leaves his room, quietly; he tries not to wake his sister, but knows his energy is radiant. It fills the room, nearly humming. His skin glows bright and when he steps out into the unlit corridor beyond, he becomes his own lantern.
The young boy walks through hallways full of tapestries; he passes by a statue of Vespera and bows his head reverently, wondering if in the land of the gods she sleeps. He pauses for a moment and asks her, in his head, if the night makes her feel shy, too.
Aeneas doesn’t expect an answer, though, and continues on. The sound of his hooves is repressed by the thick wool rug beneath them. He finds his way deeper and deeper into the citadel, until he stands in a moonlit window overlooking the city of Terrastella.
There is something magical about it, all shrouded in snow and starlight. He doesn’t think he has ever seen something so beautiful.
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