There was a language spoken that she didn't know; between the ocean tides and pulls of the currents and sea foam she had always heard their song--but never sang their words. Their lyrics were incomprehensible to anyone like her, on land, without the sway over waters. She was a creature of winter, born and built with the snow that packed themselves into her bones and a skin of frost, the breath of a white wolf in a blizzard. The clashing, cresting waves against the stout cliff walls begged to hold her beneath their surface, called her name in their mutable tones and prayed for her as she did for Vespera. But though the ocean was turbulent and frightening and all at once beautiful, she turned her back to its thrashing sounds and moved off toward the heart of Court; she would save the cliffs for a different time.
The summer season had her wishing for the nighttime of the day, the cool touch of the moon's blue glow. She missed Hiemsterra, the wills of the Winter Court's faith in Glacies sentencing the lands to be made a forever-winter. The crunch of snow underfoot then was replaced with the waving grasses now, body of hers so out of place amid the greens and the warm colors of the sun. But out of place amid the Dusk, that was yet to be proven; and she wondered, hesitantly, if she should have been the one to try to rouse the court into action.
The tower stood as it always had against the meeting sky and earth as she approached from the direction of the cliffs. The ancient walls welcomed her back with their silence, and the music of waves against stone finally bade her goodbye. She rounded one smooth corner, body moving in a steady stride until her gaze saw the mare; everything stood still, her, the breeze, and she dared not even blink. "Rhae..." She wasn't even sure if she made any noise at all, but the name hung on her lips.
The summer season had her wishing for the nighttime of the day, the cool touch of the moon's blue glow. She missed Hiemsterra, the wills of the Winter Court's faith in Glacies sentencing the lands to be made a forever-winter. The crunch of snow underfoot then was replaced with the waving grasses now, body of hers so out of place amid the greens and the warm colors of the sun. But out of place amid the Dusk, that was yet to be proven; and she wondered, hesitantly, if she should have been the one to try to rouse the court into action.
The tower stood as it always had against the meeting sky and earth as she approached from the direction of the cliffs. The ancient walls welcomed her back with their silence, and the music of waves against stone finally bade her goodbye. She rounded one smooth corner, body moving in a steady stride until her gaze saw the mare; everything stood still, her, the breeze, and she dared not even blink. "Rhae..." She wasn't even sure if she made any noise at all, but the name hung on her lips.
Top of the world, we'll be sitting at the highest
It all starts here, with a rush of blood to the head
It all starts here, with a rush of blood to the head
@Rhaenyra <33
