I S O R A T H The whole of Terrastella had come alive, no longer did she slumber and maintain a sleepy facade. Music rang into the crisp night air, heartfelt and unbound as they danced the night away. Others huddled close to the bonfires on pillows reminiscent of his own, plush and intricately decorated, watching the lanterns light the sky with their warmth as they shared sweet treats. It was beautiful, it lit a fire in ones chest so warm and bright, a beacon of pride and love for the Court which was home. But there was a wisp of anxiousness inside the Kirin's ribcage, the smoke to the fire, which made him reserved and on edge, nervous. This was more than a celebration, is was a reveal. Terrastella debuted her new Queen, and with it, her Court. Thrust out on to the chessboard, a chessboard the twice crowned King knew well, tonight was the first impression, the pivotol first step. The diadem which hung delicately upon his forehead, was a symbol of his new position. Set with three glittering Dragon's Breath Opals, the middle wrapped in the embrace of a dragon, they glittered in the low light of the fires brightly. Silvered strands looped from the delicate piece to nest in his hair, each lined with smaller opals that were no less beautiful. Near weightless, it still felt like the world upon his slender shoulders, for all the responsibility now allocated to him. A steady breath exhaled, he pushed it aside as best as he could. Now was not the time. As much as the feeling persisted beneath his skin. Fire warmed breezes, both from the mountains and the sea coasted over his scale kissed skin, and tousled his moon colored tresses, left long and loose and adorned with Dusk Lilies and their soft glow. Even the large ornate halo behind his head had not escaped the touch of the winter's end festival, intricate candles in the shape of the gods had been melted into the prongs, bathing him in their warm light. Each gentle breath of the wind further alleviated the worries, made them drift further and further away. Lilac eyes focused at the pass which lay before him, which had not escaped the touch of festivities, bonfires and lanterns lighted the way for those that danced past toward the cliff edge, beckoning them forward with warmth and reverie. His eyes did not linger on them, no, among the crowd there was one who the Regent waited for with baited breath and a smile upon his pale lips. It did not take long to find him among the Denocte citizens who waltzed to the tune of the night. As handsome as the heroes immortalized in marble, wreathed in his infamous coins and charcoal curls. A fleeting thought turned toward the moon charm still wrapped around his tine. Instinctively, porcelain hooves carried him forward, a wry smile replacing the faint one that had been there moments ago. "You're almost late, King of Thieves." He teased silkily, head tilted a fraction to the side. TAG: @Reichenbach "isorath talks" |
