DAUGHTER OF STORMS.
She had felt the shadows bend and curl before he spoke; silver moons falling upon her in silence. Of course he had followed her. Of course he would. They had not spoken, not truly, since the night upon the cliffs of a foreign kingdom. Even when she had been crowned the night before, ascending, still they had not shared words. She was his Regent now, and together, with Isorath, they would lead Calligo’s Court of Stars to a new era. The three of them were mortally bound by their fates intertwined, but yet, her mind cannot forget the moment that she and Reichenbach had met. Their histories had been woven, sewn from the same cloth of silver and gold. She had known the moment her eyes had fallen upon his strand of trinkets, tied within the curls of his hair. You.. you’re a gypsy.
Then, almost a year ago, he had been a newly named king. And now, so much has changed — and yet nothing at all. Familiar tendrils of wood smoke and jasmine wisp and play across her skin as she inhales. Even the darkness of nightfall stretches to encompass the King of Stars and Smoke as he comes to stand beside the stormsinger. Coins of gold tinkle and merge with the song of her own trinkets, all carefully wrapped around her neck and adorned with her mother’s feathers. She breathes deeply as their goddess’ stardust falls to greet her, kissing her skin in silver shimmer. For here is her courage now, piercing her heart with a but a single word. Together? Only then does her crown turn, orbs flaring blue in the gathering dark. A hint of a smile haunts her lips as she nods. ”Together.” With her breath released, she steps forward, the trees hiding her whispering at her sides as they let her go. She knows without looking that he is there, an ever present shadow at her side. Together, they step across the expanse of rolling hills, her eyes never leaving the pillars of smoke that rise in the air. Marking the camp of her tribe. Her family. Her home. And now Reichenbach is with her, with his gypsy coins and nomadic soul. Just as wild and untame as she. Aislinn’s heart swells as wonders: does he know? Does he truly know the weight of his presence here? His company? Not a single Sovereign had found the Rahilah in centuries, and now, here he is. With her. Their Maiden. She can feel their drums building into a crescendo as they walk. The music pulses against the inside of her ribs, thrumming with each breath of heady smoke in her lungs. They are moments away — moments away from rising over the hill that overlooks their encampment. Moments from so many things, all unsaid words like a galaxy’s millions of stars. The Maiden stops as she crests the hill, her eyes on the tents of violet and gold that glitter in firelight and stars below her. A sea of mystery and music and everything that she held dear. She breathes in curls of that tell tale smoke of cinnamon and nutmeg. A smile grows. ”Welcome home.” REGENT OF THE NIGHT COURT
@reichenbach <3
”Aislinn speech.” |
