10-22-2021, 01:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-24-2021, 01:48 AM by Riannon. Edited 1 time in total.)
[narrow width=800]she had met night like kith and kin and bedfellow and now took her leave;
heading back to the hale arms of cloudrest's northron entrance, where she would be held in her mists and hidden away with what lostlings had found her and those who still followed her; away from how she had brushed herself against these stranger constellations and inscribed her make-believe names for them all on sheets of vellum within her head. argent eyes that have finally left the skies now roam over this great reach she treads homebound over: night-basked and edged in the early-dawn, laden all over with snow and the slow-rushing river she follows, caught in shifts of light and strokes of unrippled color.
icy clarity wreaths her wan face on a breath gilt with guilt. ragged and drawn and cold.
sleep nor solace comes easy to her and she does not suffer easily their absences and those of her remaining unrecoverable children, but – no. she only needs to remove herself from beneath this waking sky irritated by stars; only needs to return to her frore mountains and the ones who have chosen to make a home with her. and even if it is not at once as great as she would have liked to begun, they were ... hers, were they not? their own, but hers by plight and pledge.
weren't they?
there's the taste of charnel ash on her tongue, at that; the dark cut of her brow furrows and riannon feels ...uncertain. hers. turns the possession of it over in her mind like a miner poring over some jewel to do out with any false fragments. her steps heavy with her thoughts; sinking into snows at ankles and wrists as she crests a rising bend in her path and does not presently look where she is headed.
not at those stranger stars she's come to name;
or the waywandering and ivory @Olive, either.[/narrow]
heading back to the hale arms of cloudrest's northron entrance, where she would be held in her mists and hidden away with what lostlings had found her and those who still followed her; away from how she had brushed herself against these stranger constellations and inscribed her make-believe names for them all on sheets of vellum within her head. argent eyes that have finally left the skies now roam over this great reach she treads homebound over: night-basked and edged in the early-dawn, laden all over with snow and the slow-rushing river she follows, caught in shifts of light and strokes of unrippled color.
icy clarity wreaths her wan face on a breath gilt with guilt. ragged and drawn and cold.
sleep nor solace comes easy to her and she does not suffer easily their absences and those of her remaining unrecoverable children, but – no. she only needs to remove herself from beneath this waking sky irritated by stars; only needs to return to her frore mountains and the ones who have chosen to make a home with her. and even if it is not at once as great as she would have liked to begun, they were ... hers, were they not? their own, but hers by plight and pledge.
weren't they?
there's the taste of charnel ash on her tongue, at that; the dark cut of her brow furrows and riannon feels ...uncertain. hers. turns the possession of it over in her mind like a miner poring over some jewel to do out with any false fragments. her steps heavy with her thoughts; sinking into snows at ankles and wrists as she crests a rising bend in her path and does not presently look where she is headed.
not at those stranger stars she's come to name;
or the waywandering and ivory @Olive, either.[/narrow]
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