The Mors, she had learned, were quietest at night.
When it became too dark to read and too confining to wander the ramparts and winding hallways of the Day Court, Seraphina had slipped away from the looming towers of crumbling sandstone and returned to the desert from whence she came like some ghostly, fluttering apparition, a specter of pale silver dancing across the dunes with the grace and single-mindedness of a snake prowling after a rabbit; each step was careful and deliberate, so as not to send her cascading down a ridge in a cloud of gold that would catch and flurry in the starlight, her crown raised to keep her eyes on the seemingly-endless sea of starlight that ran from horizon to horizon. There was comfort in solitude, free of her bonds and duties, and comfort in the simplicity of motions that she had repeated one time, a hundred times before, paths worn from years of patrols, years of guarding, years of mechanical repetition. With choices came the frightening clutch of indecision, a churning emotion that she was oh-so sure that she was beyond, but with orders came guidance, came comfort, came security. (You can never be wrong if it’s never you.)
Her mane tumbled behind her in a plume of snow-white, free of the braids that normally kept it captive; faint, cool wind wound its way through her coat, a pleasant transition from the hellish heat of the day. Behind her, a trail of sand, caught like dust in the rays of light that found their ways through the ornate windows of the court – but, rather, illuminated with soft silver and a bit less airy. She didn’t stop until the Court was far behind her, not even a smudge on the horizon, didn’t stop until a navigator of lesser skill might have lost her way. (But Seraphina knew the stars – for a creature of the day, she always knew the night sky.) She came to a halt on top of a ridge, cool gaze transfixed on the rise and fall of the desaturated, depthless dunes that jagged the horizon like a great line of teeth, but seeing nothing.
@Velorca <3
When it became too dark to read and too confining to wander the ramparts and winding hallways of the Day Court, Seraphina had slipped away from the looming towers of crumbling sandstone and returned to the desert from whence she came like some ghostly, fluttering apparition, a specter of pale silver dancing across the dunes with the grace and single-mindedness of a snake prowling after a rabbit; each step was careful and deliberate, so as not to send her cascading down a ridge in a cloud of gold that would catch and flurry in the starlight, her crown raised to keep her eyes on the seemingly-endless sea of starlight that ran from horizon to horizon. There was comfort in solitude, free of her bonds and duties, and comfort in the simplicity of motions that she had repeated one time, a hundred times before, paths worn from years of patrols, years of guarding, years of mechanical repetition. With choices came the frightening clutch of indecision, a churning emotion that she was oh-so sure that she was beyond, but with orders came guidance, came comfort, came security. (You can never be wrong if it’s never you.)
Her mane tumbled behind her in a plume of snow-white, free of the braids that normally kept it captive; faint, cool wind wound its way through her coat, a pleasant transition from the hellish heat of the day. Behind her, a trail of sand, caught like dust in the rays of light that found their ways through the ornate windows of the court – but, rather, illuminated with soft silver and a bit less airy. She didn’t stop until the Court was far behind her, not even a smudge on the horizon, didn’t stop until a navigator of lesser skill might have lost her way. (But Seraphina knew the stars – for a creature of the day, she always knew the night sky.) She came to a halt on top of a ridge, cool gaze transfixed on the rise and fall of the desaturated, depthless dunes that jagged the horizon like a great line of teeth, but seeing nothing.
@Velorca <3
I'M IN A ROOM MADE OUT OF MIRRORSand there's no way to escape the violence of a girl against herself.☼please tag Sera! contact is encouraged, short of violence
