03-19-2022, 12:42 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It was all still trying to settle inside of her, those parts of her that were purely star trying to blend with the part of her that was purely mortal. In time, they would. These were early days, the images and stories that tornado through her mind still trying to find their proper place in her memory bank. The light that simmers beneath her smoky torn skin fresh and uncertain. If she reaches far enough, she can sometimes still feel those phantom lightning strikes that once shot across her chest but its all submerged beneath the weight of different emotions that the star is still struggling to grasp.
At her core, the star turned mortal still remembers the life she lived on this earth before everything unlocked. Even before the endless anger and the oily violent slickness of The Curse’s touch. He mentions the healing waters of Tephra and she gives a small nod, remembering when she had tried to find relief in the volcanic lands once. Unfortunately she hadn’t found a Tephran to help her, had found someone else instead. Feelings follow the light that shoots across her metallic gaze, a mixture of hurt and affliction (he hadn’t listened to her advice regarding Hyaline’s witchcraft, the recalling of her terrible encounter with Lilliana in Tephra and being hunted by Gale, the pain of her broken wings and the way the mare had cried) that quickly changes to other emotions. Like amusement at his devilish grin and the familiar irritation for the stallion that still managed to get beneath her star-dusted skin, followed by gratefulness that he was even here to begin with.
“I need you.” Even now, those words still stick like a thorn in her mortal heart and she finds the corner of her mouth curling into a smile for him, a little mixture of both the Star she was now and the Ciri she had once been.
“Happy? I wouldn’t go so far…” She manages to tease back, noting with interest the emotions that follow. It’s his last question that makes her hesitate. Flashes of darkness and galaxies, golden scales, blinding light, the pulse of betrayal which squeezes around her chest so hard it makes it ache. “Yes. And No.” She finally replies, noticing that frost was already clinging to his lashes and feathers. She was use to the harsh weather here on the Isle, sometimes she forgets how much it could effect everyone else. “Your cold.” She states plainly, tilting her head and observing him with those silvery starlit eyes. “Follow me, I know a warmer spot.”
Spreading her wings, for flying to where the heart shaped lake and its everlasting burning tree resided would be quicker by flight, she momentarily forgot what she had been concealing beneath her starry feathers. There is no missing the extended sides of her belly, the obvious signs of pregnancy. Surrounded by her crimson stars, she bolts into the frozen air. Not trusting herself to look at him again until they reach the blue flames she had in mind.
At her core, the star turned mortal still remembers the life she lived on this earth before everything unlocked. Even before the endless anger and the oily violent slickness of The Curse’s touch. He mentions the healing waters of Tephra and she gives a small nod, remembering when she had tried to find relief in the volcanic lands once. Unfortunately she hadn’t found a Tephran to help her, had found someone else instead. Feelings follow the light that shoots across her metallic gaze, a mixture of hurt and affliction (he hadn’t listened to her advice regarding Hyaline’s witchcraft, the recalling of her terrible encounter with Lilliana in Tephra and being hunted by Gale, the pain of her broken wings and the way the mare had cried) that quickly changes to other emotions. Like amusement at his devilish grin and the familiar irritation for the stallion that still managed to get beneath her star-dusted skin, followed by gratefulness that he was even here to begin with.
“I need you.” Even now, those words still stick like a thorn in her mortal heart and she finds the corner of her mouth curling into a smile for him, a little mixture of both the Star she was now and the Ciri she had once been.
“Happy? I wouldn’t go so far…” She manages to tease back, noting with interest the emotions that follow. It’s his last question that makes her hesitate. Flashes of darkness and galaxies, golden scales, blinding light, the pulse of betrayal which squeezes around her chest so hard it makes it ache. “Yes. And No.” She finally replies, noticing that frost was already clinging to his lashes and feathers. She was use to the harsh weather here on the Isle, sometimes she forgets how much it could effect everyone else. “Your cold.” She states plainly, tilting her head and observing him with those silvery starlit eyes. “Follow me, I know a warmer spot.”
Spreading her wings, for flying to where the heart shaped lake and its everlasting burning tree resided would be quicker by flight, she momentarily forgot what she had been concealing beneath her starry feathers. There is no missing the extended sides of her belly, the obvious signs of pregnancy. Surrounded by her crimson stars, she bolts into the frozen air. Not trusting herself to look at him again until they reach the blue flames she had in mind.
-- Ciri
@Kestrell