Aislinn
magical, wild thing you are
She danced, her strong body moving fluidly under the darkening sky, the summer heat drifting off into the cool of night. Laughter bubbled in her throat as she circled, the fray thick and heavy with bodies as they rejoiced under a sea of glimmering stars. This.. this is what she lived for. Joyous and passionate reverie, wild and untamed as she twirled. She was center and at the heart of the dance, her starlit mane shaking loose of their careful braids. As she twisted, icy orbs fell upon her king. Heart fluttering like a mad caged bird, the winged mare moved, gracefully, to the edge until she stepped away and slowed. Her breath heavy and her muscles aching sweetly, Aislinn strode, staying close to the edge of the market square. More than half of her being wanted to be ever near to him; but instead, she chained her desires, duty taking over. A true embodiment of the warrior-gypsy she was born to be, the stormsinger was shadows and thunderstorms, lightning shining in her eyes as she walked, circling the perimeter of the square. Satisfied, she leaped up a stair with a good view point of the crowd. No one would be causing any undo trouble under her watchful gaze. And watch she did, her azure orbs on the many delightful faces of those who called Denocte home. Her blood broiled hotly in her veins, craving to dance with them once more, but first and foremost, she was a soldier. Her duty was to protect them all, her King's people.. her people now. The need to guarantee their safety was an overwhelming beast, one she was determined to conquer and fulfill in any way possible. She thought this still as she stood like a shadowed statue, opposite of where her Sovereign had taken stance. He called not once, but three times, his voice rumbling through the square. The stars above winked and shimmered, as if the Goddess herself echoed her chosen king. Aislinn lifted her chin, a proud and musical nicker ripping free from her throat. She had answered, as she forever will, patiently waiting for those to join them as the Court of Dreams. "Aislinn speech." |