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08-21-2014, 11:47 AM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face The travels to the mountain from the floating island and back had done much for her physical appearance; all signs that she had foaled earlier in the year were lost behind the layers of freshly toned muscles that were used more often than they had once been now that there were things to attend to clear across the realm. It also meant that her days of perusing the Threshold for marketable faces were renewed, every passing from the unearthly hovering land to her snow clad hold granting her time to wander for an hour or two among the new arrivals. Most days, there wasn’t much to offer, an ugly stain in her thoughts that the mutants had become so numerous that her kin were nearly washed out in the flood of hornless blights that swarmed the passive wood, but today was a day of promise. She sees the dark skinned woman along the outskirts, a trill of joy burning a path through her synapses that she is fortunate enough to find a suitable choice so near the border of beginnings and will not have to venture deep into its arms in search. The griffon on her back languidly stretches before taking to the skies as the golden mare angles her path towards the horned being in the distance, feather light body drifting overhead towards the trees that stood tall and proud above the stranger. Kyst will watch her, whether she needs it or not. She comes to a respectful stop before the mare and lets her eyes graze over her, a glimmer of remembrance striking her deep and hard, down to her core. It has been a good while since she has thought of her wandering sister, the Empress, and to be presented with this face, so heavily saturated in her memory, of the conquests they had once shared together, causes an old hurt to again ache and pulse in her heart. A ghost of that pain glimmers in her golden eyes as she manages to recall the name of the woman before her, the younger sister of her beloved Psyche that was met once, perhaps twice while they still had control of the Edge and had not yet been taken under the Time God’s electric wings. "Giselle?" she covers the agony inside of her maelstrom ridden heart with her surprise at finding a living ghost here, of all places, "it has been…rather a long time, hasn’t it?" They had once caused mayhem together, the dark spirited kin of her dearest sister and the few stragglers they’d found with similar hearts, and that it has been so long since those fondly recalled days of innocent destruction fills her with a melancholy, a longing for the past; things are not as they were when Giselle, Illynx, Mauja, and Psyche had been young and full of silver lined dreams, things that, like the stars, seemed so easy to grasp until one tried. Mauja had fallen, as had Psyche; their broken bodies were warnings to the Lady that she must be cautious when leaning over a precipice to clutch eagerly at her wants. [ OOC: Wheee <3 ] |
