There had been word whispered, tales spun of the land that didn’t remain the same and it was a sight that the siren kelpie wished to behold. She made the journey from the Court of Dusk, from spinning her tales and singing for those who would stop and listen, those who asked, from craft and art made for the purpose of enjoyment alone. Indrani went, dancing upon long legs that carried her strangely over the earth.
And upon the star-touched landscape, the foliage upon which she walked blackened but so full of life, Indrani wound her way along. She walked with her head craned back as she drank in the starlight above. She bathed in the light, and felt for a moment like she was suspended in the deep dark of the ocean where the light filtered down just enough to illuminate the marine snow that always cascaded down around her. She’d remembered dancing through the currents, twisting around and creating patterns and trilling loudly as she’d felt so alive.
Here, she replicates this in the best way. A dark shadow moves above her, and she saw wings. A winged equine! Indrani let out a single whistle, calling and cheering all the same to the figure as she rose up upon hind legs and danced forward, with forelegs tucked to her chest. Her hair was flying, light glittering across her, and as she lands she swings to the side as she followed the shadow, using it to weave.
And she sang to the stranger, not knowing they were of the same ilk, oblivious to any intent they may have beyond her own dance upon the skin of the world… and yet Indrani continues, always singing, and wanting to bring the same feeling of adoration in life to those around her.
@Mephisto <33
And upon the star-touched landscape, the foliage upon which she walked blackened but so full of life, Indrani wound her way along. She walked with her head craned back as she drank in the starlight above. She bathed in the light, and felt for a moment like she was suspended in the deep dark of the ocean where the light filtered down just enough to illuminate the marine snow that always cascaded down around her. She’d remembered dancing through the currents, twisting around and creating patterns and trilling loudly as she’d felt so alive.
Here, she replicates this in the best way. A dark shadow moves above her, and she saw wings. A winged equine! Indrani let out a single whistle, calling and cheering all the same to the figure as she rose up upon hind legs and danced forward, with forelegs tucked to her chest. Her hair was flying, light glittering across her, and as she lands she swings to the side as she followed the shadow, using it to weave.
And she sang to the stranger, not knowing they were of the same ilk, oblivious to any intent they may have beyond her own dance upon the skin of the world… and yet Indrani continues, always singing, and wanting to bring the same feeling of adoration in life to those around her.
@Mephisto <33
