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Post by Sable Rivien on Feb 7, 2023 17:42:01 GMT -5
He was being a fool. Whether he knew it or not, he was being a fool and remaining blind to the truth that had marred itself upon his hand, glowing with the strength of his blood as powerful as the ice that it carried with it. Locked within his own mind, immobile with the grief that should have made him rage against the very confines that kept him weak, that kept him shackled when he should embrace what he was, her companion remained the shell he had been raised as and continued as such willingly.
...even as she, too, missed her companion's mate. Tallas had not deserved that end. He had deserved that happiness that he and Sable created, and she missed him dearly.
Celeste had heard it, though. She had felt it surfacing, a charge in the air akin to the sensation of lightning that had yet to strike... or a gale that had yet to bring with it the depths of winter unlike the Charon had ever seen. She had watched and waited and was disappointed in him that he continued to deny what was known, the very lineage that he bore in his gaze and ancestry, understanding to a certain extent, and remaining silent as she always had been these many years.
But he was still a fool. Covering the mark, hiding it away beneath scraps of cloth and bandaging instead of embracing its power—his power. It was now that he should be practicing. It was now that he should be learning the true extent of what roared within his veins, accepting and growing in strength with the gifts of his history, of the ancestry that very few could claim and fewer still could master.
...only he did nothing, leaving it to her to finally take matters into her own claws rather than remaining passive in her guidance.
The window was easy enough to open for herself, her strength much like the form she chose only appeared lesser, and as her companion was preoccupied, she slipped outside. Gliding silently into the early morning. Disappearing between the various buildings and alleyways that lined the streets. She heard a familiar song and felt a familiar twitch of power not unlike the Silva human Sable had met.
It was easy for her to follow it to its source... and become lost to her companion in a way that might spur him into some form of action.
The action being, at first, panic.
A stillness crept into his heart before the hesitation gave way to a thunderous pounding in his chest as Sable stared blankly at an open window. It was the only clue he had after searching his small apartment, finding no sign of Celeste. It was the only thing that stood out. Everything else was as it was... except for that window, one that he knew, even through the fog of his exhaustion, he had closed and locked the previous night.
Where was she? was a question that became his sole focus. Where did she go? came next as it was apparent she was no longer with him. Why did she leave? was the darkness that reached for him with icy claws, its cloying malice enough to have him wondering if she would ever return should he fail to find her.
He would be truly alone, then. The last of his... of his family gone.
He couldn't let that happen.
Cloak grabbed hastily from beside the door, Sable was only conscious enough of everything else that wasn't locating Celeste to lock the door behind him before he took to the city. A single step far too little distance when compared to the beat of wings that held a purpose and destination in mind.
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Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Feb 10, 2023 12:39:12 GMT -5
It is simply not possible to get used to seeing so many stars.
The night sky over the Moonglade is a work of art, some brilliant coalescence of color and light like she'd seen in the illustrations of her beloved books, stars scattered like glistening breadcrumbs over the winding road shaped by nebulae and shadow, an enticing trail to some unseen celestial prize. It is a spectacular mass of color and light, a delicately spun tapestry, and she doubts she will ever tire of seeing it. It is a rare thing that reality outpaces the glory of fiction, outstrips the flowery prose enclosed within the written word, but oh, every night Einheria spends beneath the Moonglade's night sky makes her all too aware that the fairy tales she loved so dearly hardly do it justice.
She had never born witness to the stars before she left her father's cavern-- not once. There were no windows in her father's home, after all, no way to glance up at the sky over the mountain they called home, no way to see those shining stars and aurora beyond the limits of her imagination, beyond the limits of paint and parchment. Those books Nithoggr Vaetki brought back from that unfathomable outside world, with their grand poetry and watercolor illustrations, served as her only key to understanding, the only cues her imagination could use to shape the sky in her mind.
It is inevitable, really, that Einheria would be drawn to the stars, drawn to perch on rooftops and the sturdy branches of trees so she could feel closer to them, feel stellar eyes upon her, unperturbed by shadow. It is only more inevitable that she'd fall asleep beneath those very stars, curled up in a cradle of stone atop an Eclipse City roof, too tired and enchanted to even walk back to her inn.
The sun is cruel as it falls over her, blinding, searing through the shroud of her eyelids, desperately begging her to wake. There are no curtains or walls to spare her its radiance, here-- no, she sleeps right beneath the gilded eye of the sun, and it is relentless in rousing her, in the way its rays beg her to awaken. She blinks awake reluctantly, her bones singing with the dull and familiar old ache of stone's touch, but it does not take overly long to rouse properly-- ah, goodness, not at all, not when embarrassment over her waking situation falls over her in full force.
Einheria is quick to slip down off the top of the building she'd called her temporary nest, praying that no early morning passersby see the color surging to her cheeks, see the stone-shaped wrinkle to her dress that her mantle does not cover. Oh, what kind of ordinary girl goes and falls asleep on a rooftop, too enraptured by the stars to think to move?! She's lucky that the building's owners did not see her or did not mind her presence!
A quiet sigh spills from her lips as she walks the streets of Eclipse City, already contemplating what she should do, where she should go-- she really should slip back to her inn room, or find some sort of breakfast to sustain her for the day, or do something at all that may erase the gentle kiss of sleep-softness from her features. She's in the middle of debating what exactly she should do and in what order when a little chill pokes at her shoulder-- not quite literal, not quite tangible, but a chill all the same, small and cloying, beckoning for her attention.
She pauses where she walks, lavender eyes flitting about before they settle, at last, on the source-- a tiny, snow-pale drake sitting on the cobblestones of the street, its gaze settled firmly on her.
Oh.
"Well hello there, little one," she begins, her tone shifting as she abandons the common tongue, casts it off in favor of the draconic she was raised to know. It has been some time since she has gotten to speak this way, summon up the old words and edges and sounds of her father's favored tongue, but it feels natural as she steps closer, as she kneels before the little drake. "What are you doing wandering these streets all alone? Are you lost?"
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Post by Sable Rivien on Feb 19, 2023 15:37:48 GMT -5
She could be silent when she wanted to be, her wingbeats carrying her without a sound as she continued through the city. Following the shadows, avoiding torch- and lamplight, drifting about the sharpened edges of the rooftops, she made her way towards that source of familiarity without being spied. She didn't wish to make finding her easy for her companion, after all, as this was to be a lesson. He needed to learn and see as she did or else the mark that awoken would consume him.
It was surprising when she found the woman that resonated with that same magic of existence, though. Her wings folded, diving from height to the road below to land with a quiet thud that betrayed her. Only she hadn't been heard. Nor had she been seen. A moment later, Celeste knew that she hadn't been sensed, either, which caused her to feel no small amount of curiosity that served as the end of such feelings she allowed herself.
Her charge was not the being before her but the one she had left behind to take on an impromptu trail, and it appeared that whatever caused such deafness and blindness was only temporary. She was noticed now, and there was a shiver within that shared awareness of one another, one that was an echo of many years before.
One that was nostalgic for what had been so long ago.
'Little one,' she was called now. By this stranger and by Sable several times over, it being his preferred title for her second only to companion when introducing her. It was a source of no small amount of amusement. Irony was always a fickle yet entertaining thing.
Intelligent eyes, those the colored of ancient eyes that had hardened and deepened in color over centuries of freezing temperatures, watched and listened. A cant of her head, a rustle of her wings as she adjusted them to make them more comfortable, she considered how to respond... or if she should respond.
Her charge had never heard her speak, after all.
"I am not lost," came a voice. Her voice. In their shared language. It was quiet and calm, the sound invoking the image of a stream still flowing despite the frozen landscape around it. "I sensed you and found you, and now I am waiting to see if I am found by another who has likely noticed I am missing by now."
She flicked her tail, her next words a touch colder but also fond, not unlike a mother's that is speaking of their wayward child. "He is a fool, and I am trying to teach him."
There was a pause as she considered. "He calls me Celeste. You may, as well," though there was a soft pang of loss that ached in her chest. His bonded had named her thus, and even as hers was not the same as her companion's, it was still very much felt.
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Post by Einheria Idunn Vaetki on Mar 12, 2023 3:15:42 GMT -5
Einheria is not entirely certain what she had expected of the drake sitting so intently on the cobblestone streets of Eclipse City, but it was certainly not this.
The voice that leaves the frost-white drake is clear and elegant, a noble strength flowering through each syllable of the draconic tongue she speaks-- so much confidence and certainty flows from her tone despite its quietness, and in this moment, all Einheria can think of is the voice her father spoke with, of the power and gentility that thrummed through each word he spoke like a heartbeat. It is easy to forget that, despite how small this drake is compared to the grandiosity of older dragons, she is still a dragon-- she is still a creature of unfathomable power, whether it has been tapped into yet or not.
Embarrassment quickly paints itself in watercolor strokes across Einheria's face, a chilly rose coloring her cheeks-- oh, she should have known better than to approach a fellow dragon this way..! This poor drake must find her so patronizing and condescending... what an impression she's made in the mere minute they've spoken!
"Oh," she begins quietly, an edge of surprise settling into her expression as she sorts through her thoughts, trying to piece together a proper response. One of her just slightly too-sharp teeth slips out to dig into her lower lip, the gentle pain grounding, offering enough clarity for her to get her words together. "You have my apologies-- I truly meant no disrespect...! I should not have made any assumptions-- it is merely so strange to see another born of frost in a place like this..."
She trails off quickly as the drake-- Celeste-- continues to speak, saying that she'd sensed Einheria in the area, that she had set off on her own, that there is someone out there who she wishes to see find her. Einheria bites down on her lip just slightly harder, focusing on the sharpness as she sorts through the information she's been given, still desperate to stitch together a far more palatable first impression; if she can mimic her own father's stalwart aura, echo his easy charisma and confidence, then perhaps this will proceed... better than it has been.
"I... see," she murmurs, nodding along, still trying to train her tone into something more assured. "W-Well, it is lovely to meet you, Lady Celeste-- my name is Einheria. If you wish for me to, I can wait beside you for this companion of yours."
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