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For a moment she was too trapped by the brightness of his silver eyes, not so unlike her own, that she did not speak. Then he smiled and his words rushed over her, and she could not help but smile back, lifting her head to follow his gaze as it slid across the people mingling around them. Very few paid them any mind, and the relief Jezanna felt was like a rush through her, bringing a glow to her expression. Maybe she did belong here, in this place of midnight and mystery. A slow breath escaped her. “Do you always make it a point to run into newcomers?” A smirk twitched at the corner of her lips, mirth in her sterling eyes. She was tired of being alone, of not knowing where she stood in this world, but what the young moon was quickly finding was that it was possible to find companionship if she simply searched for it. The torches’ fire flickered off the man’s mahogany coat before her and his dark curls cast much of his face in shadow, and she was intrigued. “Denocte,” Jezanna murmured, tasting the name of it on her tongue, “the Kingdom of Stars and Smoke, so I’ve been told.” She took a step back so that she could see him better, the cool night air replacing Reichenbach’s warmth as she noticed the coins that were strung around his neck, twinkling in the faint light. Her own silken sash brushed over her steel body, bright and white in comparison to the court’s somber atmosphere. He was danger and tumult, wild and bold, and it was in such contrast to everything she had experienced so far that she could not help but to be drawn in She had heard his name, flitting like a feather on the breeze, but now she had a face to put with it. If this kingdom was made of stars and smoke, then he was its sky and its fire. For so long she had been merely a visitor, lost and wandering. But now, perhaps, she could be a part at last. Perhaps she had found a place that would one day be home. “My name is Jezanna.” @Reichenbach! |
