she walked in moondust
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
and stars were sprinkled in her hair
She was a wraith cloaked in shadows and smoke, the stars above her glittering as dusk collapsed into night. Calligo stretched her long arms across the sky in beautiful hues of deep indigo touched with her sister goddess' gold; the sun slowly falling into a stupor as the light began to fade. Striped alabaster hooves carried her through the mountains, her gypsy soul craving movement, wandering. The Arma pass towered on every side of her, a boundary of solid rock that defended her homeland with a stone fist. Autumn's chill curled gold-dusted fingers down her spine as the leaves fell all around her, softening the underbrush beneath her as she traveled. Wind screamed through the skinny trail, tossing her wild mane and kissing every feather of her wings; an ache to fly a burning thirst she could not quench.
High above her, she looked up to marvel at the stars, and the single, bright constellation that showed her true north. Her blue orbs reflected those shining stars, as she finally broke free from the mountain pass as the beaten path began to wind down down down, to a place she had not yet explored. She had traversed every nook and cranny of her home, Denocte, since her birth. Had seen even the far reaches of the continent when she had traveled to the court of Dawn. But she had not yet tasted the forbidden sands that lay just above the Night Court; had not yet dared to cross the borders into the kingdom of her enemy. Her king's enemy.
Either the stormsinger was not thinking straight, or sleepwalking, she did not know, but her hooves toed the sands that lined the dying grass just outside of Denocte's borders. Boulders littered the grass as the land leveled, the foreboding mountains at her backside. Ahead of her, as if in a dream, an endless sea of scorched earth that seemingly was not touched by the change of the seasons. Solis had laid waste to these lands, parching the desert floor of life, as her hooves touched the soft earth as it gave away beneath her legs. She pushed forward, despite the warning bells that rang through her skull.
She had to know.. had to see the kingdom that dared rear it's ugly head against the passion and might of Calligo's chosen. So she crossed that invisible line, the stars glimmering their prayers to their gypsy girl, as she entered the court of Day.
@inkheart longggg overdue love, I'm sorry <3
she just barely crosses the border because she's
"Aislinn speech."
