Her eyes join Po’s where they peer up to the pink-dawn sky. There is no sign of undulating wings, not slim figure ghosting its way across the sky, arrowhead quick.
His welcome, his assumption that she would stay, brings a smile to her lips and slowly she lowers her skyward gaze, to settle upon his rose coloured skin. “I will come back Po, but sadly today is not the day for bird hunting… You will consider me your partner for all bird hunts though, won’t you?” Teeth bite over her lip, hope mingling that one day she may return to join him in their search for their dawn eagle.
Her eyes shift when he begins to address Charlemagne. Oh that ache in her stomach, that grim guilt still lingers and yet she tries, as he does with a small smile. Ipomoea’s light words, his introduction is a balm to their wounds and the Dusk girl takes comfort in the rose boy.
Her name upon his lips, the way he forms it, is sad, the moment poignant . Of course, she had never given him her name, choosing instead to keep calling him by names he did not enjoy. They were not names she ever thought someone would truly dislike, not until him.
She blinks slowly as conversation drifts to the dawn. She turns to gaze at the sky through flowers and tangled hair. The sun blazes gold, large and young and eager for this new day. “Eh,” She says casually, “Dawn’s not so great in Terrastella.” Her gaze drifts to Charlemagne, her words for him more so than even the king, or the rose boy stood beside her. “The Sunset, however, you will never see one finer.”
She watches the smile begin to grow upon Charlemagne’s lips and she begins to think it is an even finer thing to see that the new sun rising.
The mention of Emissary captures her attention and she looks between the Dawn King and his newest appointment. “Oh!” She exclaims, ‘Congratulations Po!” Her lips reach for his cheek, a fleeting kiss of celebration as her wing nudges his side. “Glad to meet you. Seems we won’t be rid of each other that easily.”
What has brought you back to Dawn?
She considers the Dawn king’s question, her dusk eyes gleaming. “Only to see the Dawn and to bring greetings from my queen, Rannveig. Only boring stuff really.” The girl pauses, considering the boys in front of her. “Can I have a tour?” Flora asks, quite brazenly.
@Ipomoea @Charlemagne @Kasil
★ She is clothed with strength and dignity,
and she laughs without fear of the future ★
