[AW] The Court of Dreams —

[Aislinn]

Aislinn  magical, wild thing you are Oh, how she danced. A hurricane woven into flesh, storm clouds kissing her skin, stardust running through her veins, and lightning in her bones, the fae danced. Her hooves light and revelry singing to her and the summer wine coursing through her blood. Embers kicked up with every beat of her hooves on the earth, the cries and laughter of the fire dancers beating with every pump of her heart, and every beat of the drums that rumbled all around them. She was cocooned in music, and celebration; drunk on the warmth and dance, sweat sticking to her night-blessed skin and elated like any child of the Night should ever be. She no longer cared to hear the deep rumble of laughter from the dais, from her regime, from her king. Oh no, for she no longer anything except for her own joy, however precious it was. Her laughter musical and bell-like and loud. No longer caged, but free. She moved with grace and liquidity, her movements precise as she waltzed with every partner that stepped before her. And suddenly, the stormsinger was outside of the fray, wine thick in her blood and her thoughts mistier than morning mountains. Her breath was hot and heavy, panting through her nostrils, her lungs craving the sweet bliss of night air that was tainted by the musk of smoke from the bonfires. She stood on the outskirts of the market square, Calligo's shadows and stars cool on her skin, sending shivers down her spine, down her legs, down every single feather on each of her great wings. And then, the lake called to her; sweet and lovely, and she was gone. Only the soft sounds of her laughter and an empty glass of wine left in her place. Anddddd this rolls right into the events of this thread meow c: "Aislinn speech." ★