[P] fernweh.

[Isorath]

Isorath light light light, and then my absence It had been a long, long time since he had given into wild impulse. It's as refreshing as sea spray against too hot skin, the wild wind whipping through too long hair and the crackle of lightning in the distance. It's a spark in his blood which ignited like fire starved. How good it was to let go, to strike the shackles from his spirit, to chase the sun with someone who posessed the storm in her veins and lightning in her eyes. The smile on his face is liberated, his breath timed with the thunder crack of his wings. Lavender peered into Blue, waiting with baited breath for the Stormsinger to join him. Yes, they could chase the dawn and leave their troubles behind, for now. It took him back to Vectaeryn, the mornings he tumbled off of the tower balconies with Sabine and Tiberius at his side. They had been free then, wild, reckless. Untamed storms in skin and feathers. They'd screamed into the wind and the wind howled back, the sound of leather wings overhead as dragon's coiled and descended around them in their morning ritual. There had been no broken hearts and war banners in those days, the fire had burned so brightly. A sun within his chest that refused to let the clouds obscure it's brilliance. Isorath had not crashed into the earth then. Thoughts for another time, his mind whispered, think of the now. Now was the breathless laugh that rolled off his tongue when Aislinn finally joined him. A valkyrie spreading her wings and an eagle soaring. Now was a time for happiness to also unfurl it's wings and shelter them beneath it's winged shadow. There would be no demons and broken hearts in the sky this morning, no banshee's on the wind and ghouls in the crags of the steep rocks. Just wild abandon, two souls that understood the wanderlust of life. Adventure had sent Isorath down this road once before, it was time to reconnect with the essence of it all. No shackles. No fractures. No tears. "Can you keep up? Our dance is a fast paced, exhilarating one, stormchild." Isorath retorted with a smirk, eyes alight and alive in the morning rays as he watched her. Here she is in her element, that much he can see. They both are. She is a daughter of night, Calligo's loving brush has painted her in all the shades of night and the storms at sea. In the light of the morning she does not pale or wither away until Dusk chased the Day away. She is as striking as she was in the Night of the Storm. Sea Smoke and Night's tapestry made flesh and blood. His tail coiled in elegant arcs beneath him, catching the light and painting it upon the scales which lined his body. They glowed in these hours, glittered in all the shades of gold. Molten and polished, their textured and smooth surfaces magnificent. He wasted no more time the moment her words reached his ears, muted by the whistling winds. Stories could wait for the adventure to be done, when they're warming their bodies in the safety of stone walls and their insides with tea. "If you insist." And with that, his wings snapped back to his body. Down again he descended, gathering the wind's speed and grace before they stretched outward again. One hoof skimmed the surf of the sea as he chased the waves, as the very tips of his wings occasionally pressed kisses into the waters. Neck thrown into an elegant arched, lilac eyes peered upward toward the figure of the mare, checking to see if she followed close behind. Together they would explore and root out the secrets of Terrastella, find her stories and her memories. Starting with the edge of Vespera's embrace. @Aislinn OOC notes can go here, as well as tags! remove the 'hr' tag to get rid of this line ^ "this here is your speech colour!