you have poison in your heart
She was wickedness and loveliness glad in red and gold, a child of desert suns and the burst of supernovas before the upcoming darkness of a black hole. Dangerous, and soft, and unexpected; a Crow, through and through. And here before her were two more of her kin. Freya, the lady of blue and jewels; someone she had often found looking up too, with both the annoyance and admiration saved for older sisters. Then Raum, Denote's Ghost, the Crow's quicksilver spymaster. And although her heart swelled at the sight of him again -- twice now in recent days -- she remained impassive and unknowing. She would do nothing to reveal his secrets or his intentions; for doing so was not the way the Crows worked.
And suddenly their group of misfits and blackbirds were no longer three, as another soul stepped through the citadel's archways to join them. Mila's ears perked at the noise of featherlight steps -- nearly silent with an untrained ear -- before her head turned to look at the newcomer. Her eyes widened in surprise moments before her mind burst with heartfelt recognition. For the mare was Rhoswen; beautiful, strong Rhoswen of copper pennies and rose-colored wine. She did not know how long she had been hiding in Calligo's shadows, but Mila found that she didn't care. Rhoswen had been a sister to her without the boundaries of blood since the day the Crows had stormed and scooped up the twins from their shriveled past life. And now she was here; no longer in a far off place that Mila would dare not go. But right here instead.
A genuine grin broke across her face at the mare's words of welcome, and Mila could not help but run to her side. Her excitement was a tangible thing, for although she acted far older than her age, Mila was still only a young girl of two. A child with a woman's body and mind at times.. but still a child.
Before she could utter any words, however, Mila's ears caught the incoming steps of not one, but two more to their party. A man that was at least twice her size and the color of painted night skies, and a peculiar third eye on his forehead stepped in. He stank of Solterra's dry summer winds and endless red sand; common for those who called the court of Day home. Immediately, the girl's muscles tensed at the sight of him, but it was the next incoming soul that had her gaze narrowed. A familiar woman of thunderstorms and starlight, emotions playing on her unamused face joined them. Aislinn, she recalled. Of course. Reichenbach's lady knight.. his stormsinger. One of their Court's chosen champions.
With a snicker, Mila snorted at the gypsy woman's tone, her laugh mirroring Freya's own reaction. A musical giggle bubbled from her, before she stared at the stormsinger with an emerald gaze as sharp as her twin's beloved daggers. "And on who's orders?" Mila pushed, a muscle twitching in her soft lips. She stepped forward with a wicked grin, gesturing to the group of them as she strode towards Raum with a dancer's grace. "Your presence is as unwanted as a horse fly," she spat to the gypsy mare, her tone as toxic as one of her poisons. "Be gone. We were just getting started."
@Freya @Raum @rhoswen @Torstein @Aislinn
All speech directed towards Aislinn.. poor girl xD
"Mila speech."
and fire to your touch
She was wickedness and loveliness glad in red and gold, a child of desert suns and the burst of supernovas before the upcoming darkness of a black hole. Dangerous, and soft, and unexpected; a Crow, through and through. And here before her were two more of her kin. Freya, the lady of blue and jewels; someone she had often found looking up too, with both the annoyance and admiration saved for older sisters. Then Raum, Denote's Ghost, the Crow's quicksilver spymaster. And although her heart swelled at the sight of him again -- twice now in recent days -- she remained impassive and unknowing. She would do nothing to reveal his secrets or his intentions; for doing so was not the way the Crows worked.
And suddenly their group of misfits and blackbirds were no longer three, as another soul stepped through the citadel's archways to join them. Mila's ears perked at the noise of featherlight steps -- nearly silent with an untrained ear -- before her head turned to look at the newcomer. Her eyes widened in surprise moments before her mind burst with heartfelt recognition. For the mare was Rhoswen; beautiful, strong Rhoswen of copper pennies and rose-colored wine. She did not know how long she had been hiding in Calligo's shadows, but Mila found that she didn't care. Rhoswen had been a sister to her without the boundaries of blood since the day the Crows had stormed and scooped up the twins from their shriveled past life. And now she was here; no longer in a far off place that Mila would dare not go. But right here instead.
A genuine grin broke across her face at the mare's words of welcome, and Mila could not help but run to her side. Her excitement was a tangible thing, for although she acted far older than her age, Mila was still only a young girl of two. A child with a woman's body and mind at times.. but still a child.
Before she could utter any words, however, Mila's ears caught the incoming steps of not one, but two more to their party. A man that was at least twice her size and the color of painted night skies, and a peculiar third eye on his forehead stepped in. He stank of Solterra's dry summer winds and endless red sand; common for those who called the court of Day home. Immediately, the girl's muscles tensed at the sight of him, but it was the next incoming soul that had her gaze narrowed. A familiar woman of thunderstorms and starlight, emotions playing on her unamused face joined them. Aislinn, she recalled. Of course. Reichenbach's lady knight.. his stormsinger. One of their Court's chosen champions.
With a snicker, Mila snorted at the gypsy woman's tone, her laugh mirroring Freya's own reaction. A musical giggle bubbled from her, before she stared at the stormsinger with an emerald gaze as sharp as her twin's beloved daggers. "And on who's orders?" Mila pushed, a muscle twitching in her soft lips. She stepped forward with a wicked grin, gesturing to the group of them as she strode towards Raum with a dancer's grace. "Your presence is as unwanted as a horse fly," she spat to the gypsy mare, her tone as toxic as one of her poisons. "Be gone. We were just getting started."
@Freya @Raum @rhoswen @Torstein @Aislinn
All speech directed towards Aislinn.. poor girl xD
"Mila speech."
