your heart is a wild thing
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
made of stardust and thunder and hurricanes
The stormy skies had all but faded away when the sea had called to her in a dream.
Her battering heart robbed her of the sweet bliss of sleep; instead, she found herself roaming further and further from the castle as insomnia racked her with restlessness. She had tossed and turned until her silk sheets were thick with sweat, a headache pounding against the inside of her skull as exhaustion coated her eyes, but did little to pull her under. When she was shaken from her fitful rest, all she could recall was the sound of crashing waves. As if beckoning to her, the stormsinger melted into the shadows immediately. A gypsy, a nomad, a wanderer. A daughter of Calligo, truly, as she faded into shadows and smoke, flying until she found the cliffs were far below her. She spiraled until she was at the rock's very edge, toeing the fall to the sea below, adrenaline pumping madly in her veins. But no; instead, she stood with orbs of brightest blue against the raging sea.
She recollected a moment such as this before, when she stood on a cliff side similar to the one she perched on now. Another time, another night, another storm. Summer's first breath of screaming thunder and roiling bruised clouds, rain falling in thick sheets as lightning flashed like swords of starlight against an indigo sky. A gathering of stormchildren they were; unafraid of the madness, at home with an angry sea threatening to swallow them whole. Tonight, however, was nearly morning, as instead of a stormy sky, the first light of dawn was beginning to leach color along the horizon. Her breath came in shudders through her nostrils and out of her mouth; slow and deliberate inhales and exhales to calm her bleeding heart. For as the memories of that gathering rushed her, overwhelmed her, the stormsinger could not help but remember how she felt when he had joined her there. A tempest, by the fate's design, the gods mocking her now. She had read all of the signs, but yet even now, her heart and soul were cleaved and broken.. his words from the mountain refusing to leave her be.
With a rough shake of her head, her emotions muddled and confused as she remembered the stranger who had danced with her under the stars as well, Aislinn's exhaustion pulled a lullaby from the far reaches of her memory. She collapsed her legs, her wings relaxed at her sides as she laid down with eyes on the ocean's edge forever extended in front of her. Oh yes, a lullaby..
Lavender's green
Yes. She inhaled a strong gust of salt and brine and sweet oxygen, each blink of her eyes drooping as the gods sprinkled sleepy sand into her orbs. The sugar-sweet paradise of dreaming, of slumber, so very close to her now.
I shall be queen.
Her heart lurched, but her mind sang the lullaby, and without realizing it, her throat hummed the melody. The sea thundered against the unmoving stones far below her, a rhythmic music that thrummed all around her. She was utterly exhausted, heart torn; confusion shaking her awake for too-many long nights. But now, she would dream.. of another place, another life, perhaps.. where gypsy girls could not possibly fall in love with their kings.
And as she began to drift away, she was completely, hopelessly unaware of who and what awaited her.
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"Aislinn speech."
