oh, star child —
how long will it take for you to understand
no galaxy could ever contain
you
how long will it take for you to understand
no galaxy could ever contain
you
The world was washed in lavender twilight when she had been found.
She was still not entirely comfortable with the weight of the diadem sitting on her crown. If she tried, she could imagine the swirling silver and smooth chunks of moonstone that glimmer in rainbows in the light. Yet, still she tries to forget the pretty thing that denotes her rank. Instead, she would rather mingle with Calligo’s people, Reichenbach’s people — her people. For this kingdom was truly her own now, every thief and dancer, every magician and artisan that desired to find refuge within the boundaries of Calligo’s walls. From the mountains and until the sea meets the horizon of their outlet of land, Aislinn was responsible for every soul. Just because she was no longer the king’s Champion could change that.
If anything, her regency only defined it — like a gleaming North Star in the galaxy that was her.
So she wanders the City of Starlight, mingling and learning the names of those who call the Night home. Aislinn is a wraith born from the shadows that grow, but she is also the gathering of stardust and shimmer. Silver dusts across her skin, crafting her into a ethereal mistress of both stars and storms. Although moons have passed since the Calligo’s gauze first began to follow her, blessing her, Aislinn still smiles at the very thought. And she smiles now because of it, content and utterly calm as she comes to stand in one of the market squares of Veteris. The crowds pulse and chatter, drums and pipes beginning to beat into their passionate songs. In this moment, she feels both separated and one with every part of the city around her — from the darkening sky, to the stars that fall and touch her skin, the laughter and jingle of coins and jewels draped across lithe necks, and to each note that sings from the instruments that play. She only inhales, breathing in crisp spring air and woodsmoke, as her skin tingles with the sensation of peace down to the marrow of her bones.
The voice that finds her then does not shatter this feeling of oneness. Instead, her gaze flares in flames of blue, welcoming the stranger that encompasses her gaze.
I don’t suppose you’re Aislinn?
Her lips curl sweetly, genuinely. With the coming of spring, she noticed the flood of new souls that soon found Calligo’s kingdom to be their new home. And this man before her — she could only guess — was no exception. Immediately, oxygen is stolen from her lungs, for although he dwarfs her, his beauty astounds her. He is not Asterion’s dreamy twilight, nor the dark of Reichenbach’s curls, or Isorath’s porcelain and gold. This stranger was all muscles and velvet, as deep of violet as her goddess’ skies upon a new moon. But it is his eyes that she notes, the amber of them like embers in the dying light. Who was he, she didn’t know.. but still, she wonders, did he call himself one of Calligo’s own?
For now, she can only wonder.
Did you have a few moments to spare?
"Yes, yes, of course," she says, sweet air filling her lungs deeply as she smiles. Aislinn’s wings shift, moving slightly as she nears the fountain of Calligo at her back. Her eyes do not leave him. "I always have moments to spare." She chuckles softly to herself, the sound reverberating the necklace of coins dangling from her throat. "I don’t believe I caught your name. It’s lovely to meet you," the stormsinger notes, her gaze catching the memorizing whorls of gold marking his skin. Beautiful..
Who was he, she would sooner know. Maybe even.. a Child of the Night, like she. Calligo only knows.
@eidolon ♡ I’M SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT ;_; and I love him already holy moly muffin <3
"Aislinn speech."
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