[P] castles in the air

[Lothaire]

 

CHILD OF THE COSMOS AND RULER OF THE SKIES

 
A viscous mist dwelled silently over the high alpine pass, it's intangible density obscuring the wayfarer's view. The only sound to be heard for miles was the uniform click and clack of a man's footfall along the narrow trail, drifting through the darkening gloom as though nothing else existed in the world - just he and the ancient mountain. As a child he had peered up at a range most similar to the Arma, finding his thoughts rising as high as the snow-tipped peaks; awestruck, perturbed. From the low lying land of his hamlet that small, patchwork boy had traced the jagged silhouette, his mind a snowstorm of imagination and longing.The magic of such tall everlong kingdoms had always captured his curiosity, and even now Lothaire could not deny the ethereal beauty of this towering, stone-walled world. The keepers of Denocte were as stoic as ever. This was not the first time he had elected to cross back into the borders of this Night-ridden land, but never before had he allowed himself to be so brazenly visible. The shrouding mist ran her cool fingers along his rugged wings and oaken spine; pulling him forward, deeper. There would be whispers soon enough, small voices burning like oil in the dark - barely there, cloaked and cryptic but present, regardless. The Crows would recognise his old musky scent, and word of his return would travel like electricity back toward the castle - Reichenbach would be waiting. Lothaire's mind turned slowly at the thought; unaffected, cold-blooded, indurate as ever. 

The path wound narrower and were it not for the winged serpent's learned knowledge of this perilous route he may well have met an untimely death by now; the 100 foot drop to his left sang quietly - the unfathomable call of the void. After hours of carefully traversing this treacherous terrain the flinty passage opened up onto a wider pass carved out from the mountainside, as though Caligo herself had gouged out the rock and earth with her somber hands. The tall spectral man paused, his muscles protesting and aching at his nightlong journey. Space-black eyes were cast north, then, watching silently as through the mist a pale tentative sunset stretched its rosy lilac kiss across Denocte, and he wondered - wondered if he brought the world to a standstill and existed in this beautiful untouched moment forever, he might feel happiness' embrace. 

@messalina  starter post's were never my forte