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
Thunder rolled and lightning crackled across the sky, sizzling in her blood like the sweet high of a drug. She was as wild and untamed as the cyclone swirling around them, pawing at the muddy earth in anticipation as the storm's song reached ever closer to it's crescendo. Half a thought of covering the trio with her wings passed her mind, but left as quickly as it came. They were storm-children; without fear and at peace in the madness of summer hurricanes.
The stormsinger blinked against the rain, her attention suddenly drawn away from the raging sea and to an almost glowing newcomer who had joined them. Where her king — Reichenbach — was dancing flames and woodsmoke, the stranger was ethereal and too bright; a shining beacon against the bruised clouds surrounding them. His appearance had her catching a breath with curiosity, azure eyes drawn to his wings and golden scales along his neck and body. The protector in her couldn't help but be wary; her body still angled in-between them and the Night King, her king. Not that she doubted he could protect himself.. but she sworn by duty, and something else that had her heart tightening with an unfamiliar sweetness and fire.
As another flash of light streaked across the sky, she noticed yet another stranger approaching them, their obsidian-dark and emerald coat illuminated momentarily. They called out, their words almost drowning amidst the drumming thunder above them and the crash of ocean waves far below them. Aislinn dipped her crown in greeting to them both, a playful smile on her lips as their group huddled together on the cliff top. Although the lovely striped mare answered, it was her king's rumbling voice that snatched her attention away.
Aislinn.
His mouth forming her name and breathing life to it had her poor little heart fluttering as he introduced them all. She gulped, equally elated and unsure of herself as she smiled and dipped her head at the mention of her name. A bellowed call ripped through to the storm from the pale mare — Weir, was her name — that had the stormsinger's chords aching to join her. She felt at home with these beautiful strangers; wickedly at peace with the chaos all around them. And she loved it. Craved for it.
Her ears flitted as she caught her newfound company's words; a talk of rulers old and new. She listened more at the tinkling of metal on metal as the coins draped around her neck — and the coins from his mane — fluttering in the angry wind. Without thinking, she had started to lean towards the radiating heat from his skin, her folded wing just barely brushing up against his shoulder. It was like a current of electricity from the sky burned in her body at the slightest touch; crinkling her eyes in a warm smile to try to hide her surprise.
Catching her voice, she chuckled, a bell-like sound that matched the music of the storm. "To us, then," she toasted to them all, raising her chin, "the stormchildren who will make this world better than we found it."
@isorath @seree
Thread inspired by this playist.
OOC: please excuse Ash because she doesn't know how to handle herself hehe
