she walked in moondust
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
Her gypsy, wandering heart nearly danced out of her chest when she had heard of a festival. A feast, a celebration in the nook of a kingdom she had not yet traveled; in a place that was still blissfully unexplored. Her nomad, Rahilah soul glowed warmly at the very thought. The delectable, unspoken invitation to the Court of the Rising Sun teeming. Wondrously accepted by the stormsinger whom called the beautiful darkness of Night home. She had just returned from the outer reaches of her homeland when she heard the whisperings through the capitol city; that Dawn hailed a harvest festival, to beseech the patron god for bestowing his gifts upon the land for them to reap.
Aislinn's blood had sang a sweet, sweet song, and at once, her wings craved the chilled air through every feathered plume. Aching for flight; to lift off and soar to an unknown land and join in the festivities. A foreign, brand new court, a land she hand not once set a delicate hoof upon their soil.. the temptation was almost too much to bear. With half a thought, she had decided; her hooves having pounded upon the stone of Calligo's city until the wind whipped at her starlit hair and autumn's cold sun dappled across her skin. She flew, straight and true, elated and high on the drug of excitement lacing through her blood and bones.
The smell of rich apples and burning pyres smoked across the expanse of sky; a cool backdrop of autumnal gray and gilded gold set against the faded blue of dusk. She spiraled once her orbs caught the sight of a gathering crowd, a smile tugging at her lips as she dove. Gracefully, her knees slightly bent, the Child of the Night landed upon soft earth with her legs cantering to absorb the shock, until at last she slowed before a large, smoldering bonfire. Cinnamon and pumpkin and liquid sugar filled the air with a sweetness and tartness that touched every nerve ending on her tongue; the wood smoke of the fires lighting the trees ablaze in their painted hues of orange and crimson. Music.. sweet, thrumming music beat against her chest as drums and pipes filled the air with song and the laughter of merriment.
Her gypsy heart danced with every beat of the drums, as her orbs of brightest blue widened with wonder and shock as she tried to absorb it all.
boooop for anyone <3
"Aislinn speech."
