This keening soul;
The heartbeats beat like tribal drums. Her feet move as if they still hold sway over her. all of Novus still reels with the wall of ivy and the hearts whose rhythm reaches deep into the bones of Terrastella.
It is still rattling her, rattling like the bones of birds that fly with halos milky white beneath the sunlight. She watches them go and wonders what magic lingers in the bones of birds like they. Do they hold with wild island magic? Do they sing and throb as bright hearts might?
Still she sees the bones and blood. Still that portent hangs heavy and low upon her shoulders. Still the bones and blood are laughing. Still she sees the way his eyes glitter. He long ago left their gods of Novus and still she clings like a child. Her heart thunders in her chest, but oh her teeth grit tight.
Her gold leaves jangle and her bones chink ominously in the night. She slinks black as pitch through the island. She waited until now, until few could see the tears of a girl shedding a god from her soul. She wears not paint this night, though the fires of Phoenixes search her skin for them like torches. Tonight she is not shedstar nor Ilati. No, this night Leto is, quite simply, nothing.
| "speaks" | notes: loooooong
STAFF EDIT***
@Leto has rolled a 4! She has been awarded +140 signos.
