DAUGHTER OF STORMS.
For once, the stormsinger revels under the sun drops that seep warmth into her skin like liquid gold. The sunlight glitters, dazzling in crystalline rainbows that catch the tall prairie grasses, and each blossom that blooms. Summer’s fever sits on the cusp of their horizon, but it is spring’s cool breeze that tangles the ivory of her mane. She stands at the edge of the Green Sea, thoughts of her kingdom and politics left behind in the City of Starlight. Her diadem forgotten, more or less, with only the tinkle of her coins draped around her throat.
Aislinn is every part the gypsy woman she has always been; striped of her regency to become the wanderer she is at heart. The grass dances in the winds that race across the prairie. Flowers fill her lungs, all sweet and touched with the brine of a faraway sea. She thinks of Florentine and her lavender blossoms as she steps into the expanse of open sunlight. But now, her thoughts are wisps, focusing on the tension that leaves each coiled muscle. Sapphire orbs follow the flow of the grass, and also — the break of the ebb of emerald. Chocolate curls under the warm sun, drinking in the beams of shining gold like she. Her own nostrils flare, not detecting any hint of foreign kingdoms, for flower petals and salt fill her lungs instead. The storm mare stops, grass tickling her underbelly as she notes the stranger. But she cannot help the welcoming smile on her lips where copper curves skywards. Ivory strands gleam like starlight in a halo around flaming eyes. She is all warmth and summer heat, her hurricanes swirling as she says: ”May I join you?” REGENT OF THE NIGHT COURT
@vanora ♡ eeeep
”Aislinn speech.” |
