[AW] Calm Snow

[Isorath]

I S O R A T H — you will ache as I ache— tenderly, tragically, beautifully. The flight from Terrastella to Denocte had been quiet, save for the thunderous roar of Aether's wings upon the breeze. A clap of thunder with each powerful stroke, protective as each downward thrust shielded the white Kirin from the World, save for those who dared to look up. He flew beneath the Goliath's chest, a dainty white star in a maelstrom of black and blue, his mind ablaze and their bond singing while a wall of impenetrable ice donned his outside. He had never thought he'd be traveling again, he'd been content within the Court of Twilight. At least until the inevitable call happened, that deep, soul aching longing for his homeland that he would never be able to ignore. The equines there had become a piece of him, in their own way, as time had marched ever forward. Faces and names provoked a touch of a smile to curl the corners of his mouth. Until he came to the startling realization somewhere in the midst of the mountains, those that he'd come to call friends had drifted. Far away until it was all he could do but reminisce over what once was. Terrastella had been home, until the faces shifted and faded away. Those that he could still call friends in the Court and out, would be witness to the mess that had been allowed to run rife. His personal life painted everywhere for everyone to see, with he and the stallion he had come to adore, painted as a villain. 'Stop thinking about such trivial dealings, they made their bed, and dragged a Court down with it.' Aether grunted, head lowered a fraction to better see the Kirin shielded beneath him. While he took great pleasure in delving deep into Isorath's thoughts and machinations, this. This was something he couldn't abide by. 'She is foolish to send you away, and they will know of it, in time. You know this.' 'I know it, it does not mean I have to like it.' He countered with a hauty snort, head cocked to the side. Had he expected too much, perhaps? That emotions could be kept from the well being of an entire nation? Had he overestimated? 'We have a new home now, your time would be better spent serving them instead of those that could cast you out.' Aether concluded, effectively shutting off the Kirin's thoughts with a single push between their bond. Focus on Denocte. Yes. He would do just that, he had risen from his own ashes once, better and stronger than before. He could do so again. The mountain pass soon faded, the rocky mountains slimming to narrow outcrops and eventually the jagged road which lead to the Night Court's abode. Similarly his heart rose and fell in a deafening crescendo. This was it. The start of something new, start of something that no longer had to be secret, be forced to be an idle fancy on a cold night and slow days. The friends he had made here would become his family, and in turn Reich and he could start again. Start as something free. Open as a birds wings and as fierce as the Dragon he commanded. He had hoped for a somewhat quiet landing, but Aether seized the moment. A proud creature through and through, with little love for demure acts or the quiet approach, a bellow rumbled from the Dragon's jagged maw followed by a breath of frostfire, illuminating the night with it's ethereal hues and sparked the clouds overhead to darken and weep snow. No doubt the inhabitants of the castle would be shaken to their cores, and from their beds as the Herald made his descent. Down and down like a falling star while Aether circled the castle in leisured beats, his breathing heightened to a grumbled roar of thunder on the wind, lower until he too gripped the walls and settled in one heavy thud of his weight. One cloven hoof followed another as his cloaked form landed, dwarfed in the plushness of it, and the bags carefully scrapped to his life frame. Silvery hair fanned and fell in lush waves to swallow his neck and shoulders, trailed across the ground behind him in rivers of moondust. His wings pressed close to his covered sides as he slipped toward the familiar gates, lilac eyes hidden beneath a fan of white. Would Reich come to meet him and Aether? Would it be someone else? TAG: @Reichenbach & also anyone in the night court! "this here is your speech colour!