she walked in moondust
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
Her blood was thrumming in her veins, her gypsy heart beating with the steady drums of waves crashing against the cliffs far below her. She was wondrously lost in thought and pure bliss; her soul softly glowing as ice-blue orbs took in the pastel skies and ocean that stretched as far as she could see. Aislinn was a thunderstorm and starlight bound and woven into flesh and bone; a nomad, warrior woman who desired nothing more than to travel, to explore. She was a child who longed for the knowledge and ecstasy of discovering new places, of looking at the world through rose-colored glasses.
It is beautiful, is it not?
She blinks, her gaze light and shining as it lands upon the beautiful kirin joined at her side. He, a man crafted of moonbeams and golden scales. His handsomeness defined him well, his mane the same bright ivory of a burning star as her own, as she watched his orbs of lavender take in the sight of her. Aislinn recalled him, for how could she forget? Their meeting was fate-bound and written in the skies; on a night of chaos and raging storms that ravaged the same sea that crashed madly below them now. He had been shining then, like a beacon of light in the darkness gathering from the ocean, as he was almost glowing now in the morning hues dancing across the dawn-touched sky. A pure, genuine smile tugged her lips upwards as she dipped her gaze of blue in greeting to the winged kirin. "Nothing is more beautiful than nature's creations, don't you think?"
Aislinn, wasn't it? What brings you to the Edge of the World?
Her smile grew wider as happiness flooded her, reaching the bright blue of her eyes. She curled her wings closer to her body, warmth touching her where the waking sun began to dapple across her ebony skin. Carefully craning her neck forward, she toed the cliff's edge, just like she had on that night when the rain had fallen in thick sheets and lightning had crackled across the sky in swords of white light. Her heart thundered as she remembered the promises made on that very cliff; for they were stormchildren. Mighty and beautiful within the eye of the storm and discord of wickedly lovely things.
She peered below her, at the waves beating against the smooth stone of the cliffs, sea foam reaching for the heavens with each angry cry of the ocean. "Yes, it is," she replies, her voice soft and lulling as the sea lapping against a shore, "I desire for adventure and exploration.. it is a thirst I cannot quench."
Aislinn's gaze flickered upwards, to regard the man with skin of shining pearls at her side and his eyes of deep amethyst. "Isorath, if I remember correctly, yes?"
@isorath <3
"Aislinn speech."
