your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
The day had dragged, long and slow and lazy, before Solis allowed the Night Goddess to step into the sky with all of her grace and shadows. A rare night indeed; for a certain stormsinger was uncommonly bound inside the walls of the court's castle, instead of dancing beneath Calligo's sea of stars. Tonight was not meant for revelry and decanters of summer wine; no, this night was all business. A discussion, a plan. As a born and trained warrior, she had a need to guarantee the safety of those near and dear to her. Which not only included her tribe, but now the whole of Denocte's people.. her people. And now, as the chosen Champion of Battle, her need had become a duty. One, for the matter, she did not plan at faltering at.
So she had drafted the letters to every sworn warrior of Night's glorious darkness; every protector that would stand against the tidal waves of war, should the occasion arise. Most, she realized, she did not yet know.. and very few had she become to begin to know. After tonight, she hoped, that that very fact would change — that Calligo's warriors would unite and become comrades, defenders of the court of smoke and stars.
I ask of you to join me in the war room tomorrow,
after the sun has finally drifted off to sleep.
She recalled each letter she had wrote, and the shortly-shorn locks of her ombré mane that accompanied each bundle of paper and wax. Leaving the invitation without a signature, without a name, but only her tell-tale hair to show true faith of whom was asking for their presence. With a borrowed Rahilah barn owl, she had tied each letter with ribbon around the bird's bell-adorned legs, before sending it off and starting on another. Aislinn recalled the bubble of emotions that had surfaced with each one; in particular, she had faltered at writing the name of her king. She had hesitated, fury and regret and ache eating at her from the inside out before she hastily finished it.. wanting nothing more than to be done with the thing. Her heart was still raw and bleeding, and although she half-hoped Reichenbach would not come, she prepared for the oncoming rip of heartache anyway.
Now she waited, more or less impatiently, circling the round table in the center of the room with all of her restless energy. Orbs of icy flames bore into the maps that littered the table top, her starlight-and-ink colored mane out of her face and carefully plaited into multiple intricate braids. The candelabras surrounding the circular room were lit and casting an orange glow, reflecting off her eyes as her gaze flickered from the maps to the heavy oak doors. Waiting, hoping, until whomever answered her call opened up the doors to join her.
@nora @noah @erum @lumaris @polunin @judal + any NC warriors I've missed.
@reichenbach @camdis @lothaire should you wish as the Regime <3
@rostislav - this is a formal invitation, however I know you're being stolen currently x3
This is not a mandatory meeting, however, if you would like your character to be "in the know" about NC defenses, your presence is encouraged! <3
"Aislinn speech."
