AISLINN
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Her suspicion only grew; multiplying like a virus in her veins, tightening the muscles underneath her ebony skin and branding her with a stare as cold as the rain that dripped down her spine. She was cautious, and wary, as his pleas of a darling, sickly daughter fell on her ears. There was something about the painted man that had her heart thundering in her ears, her chest pinching together beneath the weight of the scales in her mind. To help him, to grant him passage, despite the warning bells.. or to potentially let a madman roam free through her beloved kingdom.
The stormsinger was lost, unable to figure out what she wanted to do. What was right, and what was wrong.. the golden scales on her shoulders weighed her options, but before she knew it, the man was poised to flee. To fly away.
Solterrans always remembers who helps them and who does not.
His words were like cold steel twisting in the cavity of her chest, punching into her gut, as she watched him launch himself into the stormy heavens. At a loss for words, Aislinn battled with following him, but.. decided against such things. In the end, he could have been a father, and damn her if she let a little girl die because she did not have access to proper medication. Her soul would not heal if she knew she had let a youngling pass at her own hand.. not when she could do something about it.
Despite this, a darkness crafted of sandstorms and scorched deserts gnawed at her as she turned to leave, continuing on with her patrol. If it had been any other day, when the rain had ceased and the land was not soaked with damp earth and mud and soil, Aislinn would have known. She would have scented the sunlight drenched into his skin, and then, she would have prevented the Sun King from ever stepping a hoof into her kingdom. But she was clueless, unaware..
..and she had just let him walk right through their open door.
@maxence thank you so much for the thread!!
SHE TASTES LIKE MOONBEAMS AND LAVENDER
Her suspicion only grew; multiplying like a virus in her veins, tightening the muscles underneath her ebony skin and branding her with a stare as cold as the rain that dripped down her spine. She was cautious, and wary, as his pleas of a darling, sickly daughter fell on her ears. There was something about the painted man that had her heart thundering in her ears, her chest pinching together beneath the weight of the scales in her mind. To help him, to grant him passage, despite the warning bells.. or to potentially let a madman roam free through her beloved kingdom.
The stormsinger was lost, unable to figure out what she wanted to do. What was right, and what was wrong.. the golden scales on her shoulders weighed her options, but before she knew it, the man was poised to flee. To fly away.
Solterrans always remembers who helps them and who does not.
His words were like cold steel twisting in the cavity of her chest, punching into her gut, as she watched him launch himself into the stormy heavens. At a loss for words, Aislinn battled with following him, but.. decided against such things. In the end, he could have been a father, and damn her if she let a little girl die because she did not have access to proper medication. Her soul would not heal if she knew she had let a youngling pass at her own hand.. not when she could do something about it.
Despite this, a darkness crafted of sandstorms and scorched deserts gnawed at her as she turned to leave, continuing on with her patrol. If it had been any other day, when the rain had ceased and the land was not soaked with damp earth and mud and soil, Aislinn would have known. She would have scented the sunlight drenched into his skin, and then, she would have prevented the Sun King from ever stepping a hoof into her kingdom. But she was clueless, unaware..
..and she had just let him walk right through their open door.
@maxence thank you so much for the thread!!
