she walked in moondust
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
She was wildness and untamed storms bound in the skin of a warrior woman. Her blood roaring for sweat and tears as she found herself training, beating at the air in quick movements as she maneuvered around an invisible opponent. Hooves clicked and slid against the smooth stone of the court yard; her muscles bunching underneath her ebony skin with each calculated hit against her imaginary target. She breathed smoothly, her body graceful as she moved like a wraith through the shadows that had gathered with the onset of night. Inhale; she spun on her side, her wings tucked close to her lithe frame. Exhale; she lashed out, smacking the air with a ferocity that mimicked primal anger.
The stormsinger was in her element, her grunts the only sound save for her breathing and the soft clicks of hooves on the stone floor. Calligo had blissfully claimed the night, spreading her wealth of stars above her; a sea of shining pearls set into the obsidian shadows of her beloved goddess. The moon was full, a silver ornament hanging in the delicate balance of the violet sky above her. She had chosen the time and place on purpose, having picked the night when Solis stepped away and slumbered deeply to allow his sister to take over the skies completely. Surrendering, in favor of shadows and smoke and beautiful stars. For now, the glimmering pearls and the moon her only witness.
She often found herself training deep into the night, favoring the depthless darkness and still quiet over the hustle and bustle of day. Even now, despite the cold that slowly blanketed their lands and turned their lush greens to gold and fire. Aislinn was a Child of the Night, after all, a true daughter of Calligo. She would never falter, never find herself afraid of the darkness. After all, the stormsinger had grown in a tribe of warrior women; the daughter of the Warden, the Mother, and the dreamer that had dreamed tenfold for every soul that called themselves Rahilah. Now, even in the same kingdom, away from her true home, she was a Maiden. A living, breathing storm in the flesh; a destroyer of worlds, a protector, and now a defender of a king she had once come to love.
For months she had thought she was the only one; the only gypsy to have braved leaving the tribe in search of self-exploration. But then, she had heard of another. Another Rahilah gypsy who had departed their tribe, wishing to call the court of Night, Reichenbach's court, a second home. Her heart had swelled when the rumors had touched her ears, her lungs catching on oxygen as her brain began to rattle off the many names and faces that flashed before her bright blue eyes. She had not heard a name, not one. Only the whisperings, and since then, she had wondered when she would come face to face with her Sister. Her familia not bound by blood.
So she trained, deep into the night. Both as insomnia and nightmares threatened to keep her from the sweet bliss of sleep, but also in small hopes, that her Sister would emerge to join her. For there was one thing that bound them, crafted them and held them close in heart and soul.
A Rahilah could never ignore the allure of Calligo's moon and stars.
@Morrígan I'm sorry for the wait, darling but here you go ♡
"Aislinn speech."
