Ciri
Her heart is full.
Full of confusion, twisted between two dragons that threaten to burst it at the seams.
It seems like so much time has passed since she had been at Amet’s side. Since they had made love beneath autumn leaves and a full pregnant moon. Since she had gone to the river and had her unlucky encounter with Thana. Since that night Castile found her.
Despite the old ways that fill her head and the old soul that fills this body… It is a young body and the ways of love and relationships are so new to her, concepts she’s still trying to sort out and understand. Things the stars could never show her, something she has to feel for herself. Was it possible to love two hearts at the same time? Why did she feel so guilty then to care so deeply for both of them if loving two was ok? She knows she needs to find the red wytch. Surely she could help her understand her own thoughts and feelings but her scent is faded. Distant.
Slowly she crosses into the beauty of Hyaline. Winter has not quite grasped the lake yet, the flowers still clinging to life with late blooming. The scent of wisteria, which usually calms her senses, suddenly makes her stomach churn and she wrinkles her nose with revulsion. The sudden change in taste she blames on the painful wound slashed across her face, thinking the tang of copper spoils the normal scent.
She is hesitant to approach him, her King her Heart. However she longs to feel the reassurance of his scales and when her cherished nickname floats on the breeze, she cannot deny him. Slowly she breaks from the shadows, her head held high almost defiantly despite the flash of wariness and uncertainty in the metallic swirls of her eyes. She says nothing, knowing how ugly the ravaged skin across her face must be. Knowing that he will know she was with Castile. Knowing that their beautiful life may be damaged but unwilling to hide her truth.
She loved him. She loved him fiercely, passionately. She loved her golden dragon. It was time to let him know, to let him know her whole heart in all it’s uncertain beauty. She loved him. And she may feel the same for Castile too.
”Akmar.” Trembling words as her chest constricts in panic. However she must be brave.
”We must talk.”
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Amet]