AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
The stormsinger could almost swear that the demi-goddess smiled down upon the two night-blessed mares as they gathered beneath Her sea of glittering stars. She does not notice her companion's stiff muscles at her approach; instead, she grins in welcome and exudes the warmth that embodies starlight and low burning candles. Her gaze heavenward, Aislinn recalls the festivities of the Court of Dreams; ever searching until her breath hitches in recollection as the name of the blue mare comes back to her through memories hazed by summer wine. Lyra, a lovely name for a lovely girl. The Champion of Community, if her memory served her well.
A desire to learn more about the other woman filled her, her curiosity burning and unfaltering as a wildfire. Aislinn bent to it's flames; for not only did she long to become closer to those in their king's council, but also to possible become something akin to friends. Sisters, even; for that is what the Rahilah called each woman in their tribe. A sister, a comrade, a maiden bound by stars. This, at the very least, they had in common. Calligo's shadows hugged and clung to every curve of their bodies. Where Aislinn was a warrior-gypsy honed by thunderstorms and hair the color of moondust, Lyra was the deep navy of night skies and shining starlight. Daughters of the demi-goddess it seemed; fitting as it was that they now both served in a court of dreamers with the Night King at it's helm.
With such thoughts running wild through her mind, Aislinn shook her head to be rid of them, delicate ears flickering at the woman's words. She inhaled sharply, huffing through her nostrils as sleepiness tugged at her eyelids, but not enough to drift her into a slumber where she could dream. "No, it does not seem I get much sleep these days," Aislinn replied softly, chords of sadness ever so hinted underneath her words. Her reply rang true; the gypsy woman's heart had been shattered, leaving her awake and mind reeling with every waking moment. Most nights, after she wandered with restless energy, Aislinn found herself only able to fall asleep when pure exhausted pulled her into the depths of unconsciousness. Only then did she find relief, but not for long.
Somber, Aislinn blinked through the dust of sleep, managing a smile. No, she did not desire to dwell on such things. Instead, she asked, "And what has you wandering on this beautiful night? If you do not mind me asking."
@lyra <3
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
The stormsinger could almost swear that the demi-goddess smiled down upon the two night-blessed mares as they gathered beneath Her sea of glittering stars. She does not notice her companion's stiff muscles at her approach; instead, she grins in welcome and exudes the warmth that embodies starlight and low burning candles. Her gaze heavenward, Aislinn recalls the festivities of the Court of Dreams; ever searching until her breath hitches in recollection as the name of the blue mare comes back to her through memories hazed by summer wine. Lyra, a lovely name for a lovely girl. The Champion of Community, if her memory served her well.
A desire to learn more about the other woman filled her, her curiosity burning and unfaltering as a wildfire. Aislinn bent to it's flames; for not only did she long to become closer to those in their king's council, but also to possible become something akin to friends. Sisters, even; for that is what the Rahilah called each woman in their tribe. A sister, a comrade, a maiden bound by stars. This, at the very least, they had in common. Calligo's shadows hugged and clung to every curve of their bodies. Where Aislinn was a warrior-gypsy honed by thunderstorms and hair the color of moondust, Lyra was the deep navy of night skies and shining starlight. Daughters of the demi-goddess it seemed; fitting as it was that they now both served in a court of dreamers with the Night King at it's helm.
With such thoughts running wild through her mind, Aislinn shook her head to be rid of them, delicate ears flickering at the woman's words. She inhaled sharply, huffing through her nostrils as sleepiness tugged at her eyelids, but not enough to drift her into a slumber where she could dream. "No, it does not seem I get much sleep these days," Aislinn replied softly, chords of sadness ever so hinted underneath her words. Her reply rang true; the gypsy woman's heart had been shattered, leaving her awake and mind reeling with every waking moment. Most nights, after she wandered with restless energy, Aislinn found herself only able to fall asleep when pure exhausted pulled her into the depths of unconsciousness. Only then did she find relief, but not for long.
Somber, Aislinn blinked through the dust of sleep, managing a smile. No, she did not desire to dwell on such things. Instead, she asked, "And what has you wandering on this beautiful night? If you do not mind me asking."
@lyra <3
