Post by firefly on Jan 2, 2021 20:28:28 GMT
MAEVE to AZRAEL:
The beach has gotten a lot quieter since the sun has set. I can see the last brush strokes of color on the horizon as I look out at the sea. It had been a really pretty sunset and I think I need to watch them more often from here. I found myself spending more time in the woods or by the lake if I'm not in the castle, but not so much by the sea. It scares me a little just with how big and deep it is, but being among everyone here for the party makes me a little more comfortable. I just probably won't go swimming like some of the others.
Of course, I could probably do without the bonfires spread out along the beach. I know it's just something about our Court, but it doesn't help me not think about my powers. They even showed up again the other day and I wasn't even in any sort of danger. I'm worried I won't have any control over it at all and it'll just show up whenever it wants. What if it gets stronger? I don't know what I'd do.
I easily spiral out with my thoughts so I take a deep breath. Rory gently pulls at my mane as if to tell me it's okay and I smile at him. If it's not Bram, it's Rory and I appreciate bondeds even more. I don't know what I'd do without them.
Now that the moon is fully visible in the sky, it seems everyone is lively in a different way. There is some laughter and chatter, but it's not as loud as it had been through the day. I think more are starting to appreciate the moment a little more. I know I am. Rory and I settle down in a spot in the sand and I just take it all in. I close my eyes and taste the salt from the sea on my tongue as the ocean spray comes back to me a little. The smoke from the fires travels in the air too, almost bringing a warning along with it.
When I open my eyes, I start to not look at the moon as I usually do. Instead, I find myself making shapes with the stars and wondering how they all got up there. I've heard the stories that they're our ancestors, but are they? Could there be something more to it? How long of a journey is it to get up into the sky? I don't have wings, so I imagine it'd be really difficult for me.
Then, I see a streak of light race across the sky and my jaw drops. For a moment, I thought I imagined it but I definitely see another, fainter one go by. I gasp. "Wow! Rory did you see that? I wonder what those were?" The hawk nods, looking just as interested as I am. I'm hoping it's not an ancestor falling back down, although it does make me wonder more about falling stars.
In the distance, I can hear a few others whispering about it too, but more of them are gathered in front of a story guy to listen to whatever he has to say. It doesn't seem as interesting as the sky tonight, so I wait for more falling stars with wide eyes.
AZRAEL to MAEVE:
When the sun goes down, Denocte comes alive. It had always been so, yet on nights like tonight, where the festival roars around them, it seemed to ring even more true. Bonfires leapt at the black sky, filling the air with ash and light. Music sounded up and down the beach, in pockets of groups who gathered around to hear. Paper lanterns launched into the night sky, even as shell-seekers combed the surf for bits and baubles which had washed ashore now with low-tide. And Azrael comes alive with it all, his stars shining bright in the clarion sky, beaming down as Caligo would, on the celebration of summer.
He paints a splendid picture in the darkness, ribbons of light rising from his body, meeting the smoke-filled air with a peculiar sort of haze. A dreamcatcher staff rests against his shoulder, twined into a leather harness which holds it, twinkling as the light hits bits of silver filament which weave throughout its webbing. Upon his chest, an obelisk glows brightly, throwing a halo of light against him which bobbed with his movement – for the stallion seemed to move with purpose, staring at the sky as if expecting something to happen, face turned to the heavens as if vying to see what lie beyond their realm of understanding.
Noctua rests near him, her matching turquoise eyes blinking at the gathering, feathers ruffling in the seabreezes as she watches the spectacle. The barn owl voice coos softly to Maeve and her hawk, making note of them with casual interest before watching the shed-star once more. Only when Azrael’s gasp of delight beckons her closer does she perk up with curiosity, following his gaze in time to see a second star shoot across the diamond sky, and shivering from the wonder of it.
Wow! Rory did you see that? I wonder what those were? The girl’s words are edged with excitement, enough so for the shed-star to turn to greet her. And as he does, he stares at a child who looks strikingly similar to her mother, offering her a knowing smile . “You must be Maeve.” He remembers the name from the island, when Morrighan searched for the girl among the emptiness and shadows. “I’m Azrael, and this is Noctua.” The owl steps closer, into the light of the bonfire, cooing softly and butting her feathered head against the stallion in an affectionate gesture.
“Isn’t it something?” He gestures back to the sky. “You should make a wish… for magic is always stronger during meteor storms such as this. Just wait… and watch. It’s just getting started.” As if on cue, three more lights flash across the sky, dancing with streams of cosmic dust in their wake. Many are oblivious to it, dancing and drinking without a mind to the world around them, but the shed-star watches intently, tuning out the incessant noise as he years for more, flicking a glance back at Maeve to see her reaction to the cosmic event.
MAEVE to AZRAEL:
Aman that glows almost as brightly as the shooting stars comes over to me. He has a bird companion too except his is an adorable owl. I'm a little surprised that he knows my name, but I guess now that Momma's the Sovereign, everyone's bound to know who I am. I'm not sure if I like it. At least this man seems nice enough though.
"Nice to meet you," I say with a smile on my face. Next to me, Rory seems unsure of the owl and stays where he is. "This is Rory."
When we look back up at the sky, I happen to see the end trail of another shooting star before it fizzles out. He suggests I make a wish and I'm curious what kind of magic controls all of this. Is it the same kind of magic that helps you make wishes on dandelions and paper lanterns? He says it's stronger magic, so I'll have to make a really big wish tonight.
After three more stars fly across the sky, I close my eyes to make my wish. It doesn't take me long to think of something (I think it's cause it's always on my mind). "I wish to be stronger and not as afraid." When I open my eyes again, I swear the fire is flickering more as if it heard my thoughts.
"Why do the stars fall like that? Momma's told me the story that all the stars up there are our ancestors, so does this mean their time up there is over now and they're falling down? Where do they go?" I realize I've asked a lot of questions, but I can't help it. They've all been stirring in my mind since the meteor shower started and Azrael seems like one of those adults that know a lot. At least with this, I don't mind if he tells me all the things he knows.
The beach has gotten a lot quieter since the sun has set. I can see the last brush strokes of color on the horizon as I look out at the sea. It had been a really pretty sunset and I think I need to watch them more often from here. I found myself spending more time in the woods or by the lake if I'm not in the castle, but not so much by the sea. It scares me a little just with how big and deep it is, but being among everyone here for the party makes me a little more comfortable. I just probably won't go swimming like some of the others.
Of course, I could probably do without the bonfires spread out along the beach. I know it's just something about our Court, but it doesn't help me not think about my powers. They even showed up again the other day and I wasn't even in any sort of danger. I'm worried I won't have any control over it at all and it'll just show up whenever it wants. What if it gets stronger? I don't know what I'd do.
I easily spiral out with my thoughts so I take a deep breath. Rory gently pulls at my mane as if to tell me it's okay and I smile at him. If it's not Bram, it's Rory and I appreciate bondeds even more. I don't know what I'd do without them.
Now that the moon is fully visible in the sky, it seems everyone is lively in a different way. There is some laughter and chatter, but it's not as loud as it had been through the day. I think more are starting to appreciate the moment a little more. I know I am. Rory and I settle down in a spot in the sand and I just take it all in. I close my eyes and taste the salt from the sea on my tongue as the ocean spray comes back to me a little. The smoke from the fires travels in the air too, almost bringing a warning along with it.
When I open my eyes, I start to not look at the moon as I usually do. Instead, I find myself making shapes with the stars and wondering how they all got up there. I've heard the stories that they're our ancestors, but are they? Could there be something more to it? How long of a journey is it to get up into the sky? I don't have wings, so I imagine it'd be really difficult for me.
Then, I see a streak of light race across the sky and my jaw drops. For a moment, I thought I imagined it but I definitely see another, fainter one go by. I gasp. "Wow! Rory did you see that? I wonder what those were?" The hawk nods, looking just as interested as I am. I'm hoping it's not an ancestor falling back down, although it does make me wonder more about falling stars.
In the distance, I can hear a few others whispering about it too, but more of them are gathered in front of a story guy to listen to whatever he has to say. It doesn't seem as interesting as the sky tonight, so I wait for more falling stars with wide eyes.
AZRAEL to MAEVE:
When the sun goes down, Denocte comes alive. It had always been so, yet on nights like tonight, where the festival roars around them, it seemed to ring even more true. Bonfires leapt at the black sky, filling the air with ash and light. Music sounded up and down the beach, in pockets of groups who gathered around to hear. Paper lanterns launched into the night sky, even as shell-seekers combed the surf for bits and baubles which had washed ashore now with low-tide. And Azrael comes alive with it all, his stars shining bright in the clarion sky, beaming down as Caligo would, on the celebration of summer.
He paints a splendid picture in the darkness, ribbons of light rising from his body, meeting the smoke-filled air with a peculiar sort of haze. A dreamcatcher staff rests against his shoulder, twined into a leather harness which holds it, twinkling as the light hits bits of silver filament which weave throughout its webbing. Upon his chest, an obelisk glows brightly, throwing a halo of light against him which bobbed with his movement – for the stallion seemed to move with purpose, staring at the sky as if expecting something to happen, face turned to the heavens as if vying to see what lie beyond their realm of understanding.
Noctua rests near him, her matching turquoise eyes blinking at the gathering, feathers ruffling in the seabreezes as she watches the spectacle. The barn owl voice coos softly to Maeve and her hawk, making note of them with casual interest before watching the shed-star once more. Only when Azrael’s gasp of delight beckons her closer does she perk up with curiosity, following his gaze in time to see a second star shoot across the diamond sky, and shivering from the wonder of it.
Wow! Rory did you see that? I wonder what those were? The girl’s words are edged with excitement, enough so for the shed-star to turn to greet her. And as he does, he stares at a child who looks strikingly similar to her mother, offering her a knowing smile . “You must be Maeve.” He remembers the name from the island, when Morrighan searched for the girl among the emptiness and shadows. “I’m Azrael, and this is Noctua.” The owl steps closer, into the light of the bonfire, cooing softly and butting her feathered head against the stallion in an affectionate gesture.
“Isn’t it something?” He gestures back to the sky. “You should make a wish… for magic is always stronger during meteor storms such as this. Just wait… and watch. It’s just getting started.” As if on cue, three more lights flash across the sky, dancing with streams of cosmic dust in their wake. Many are oblivious to it, dancing and drinking without a mind to the world around them, but the shed-star watches intently, tuning out the incessant noise as he years for more, flicking a glance back at Maeve to see her reaction to the cosmic event.
MAEVE to AZRAEL:
Aman that glows almost as brightly as the shooting stars comes over to me. He has a bird companion too except his is an adorable owl. I'm a little surprised that he knows my name, but I guess now that Momma's the Sovereign, everyone's bound to know who I am. I'm not sure if I like it. At least this man seems nice enough though.
"Nice to meet you," I say with a smile on my face. Next to me, Rory seems unsure of the owl and stays where he is. "This is Rory."
When we look back up at the sky, I happen to see the end trail of another shooting star before it fizzles out. He suggests I make a wish and I'm curious what kind of magic controls all of this. Is it the same kind of magic that helps you make wishes on dandelions and paper lanterns? He says it's stronger magic, so I'll have to make a really big wish tonight.
After three more stars fly across the sky, I close my eyes to make my wish. It doesn't take me long to think of something (I think it's cause it's always on my mind). "I wish to be stronger and not as afraid." When I open my eyes again, I swear the fire is flickering more as if it heard my thoughts.
"Why do the stars fall like that? Momma's told me the story that all the stars up there are our ancestors, so does this mean their time up there is over now and they're falling down? Where do they go?" I realize I've asked a lot of questions, but I can't help it. They've all been stirring in my mind since the meteor shower started and Azrael seems like one of those adults that know a lot. At least with this, I don't mind if he tells me all the things he knows.
