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don't get lost in my lyrics
you won't find your way out Sheltered, naive, childish; all might have been used to describe the Aisling that had entered Helovia so many months ago and all would have been correct. Since then she had had experience so many things—disappointment, loss, loneliness—but not a one had left a lasting mark on her heart. There were some thing might still call her foolish but when all else had been lost, hope remained; her moods may shift, and somedays held more joy and some more sadness, but it was hope that had carried her through. She pitied any that would call that foolishness. A click of hoof on stone had her turning agin towards the Rotunda’s steps. The faerie had been convinced of her solitude, granted she was rarely watchful of her surroundings unless she was the one trying to be sneaky. The stallion took her quite by surprise and it showed on her face, little sensors forward and eyes wide. Well, there was no other word for it: he was magnificent. Black and sleek, standing tall and adorned with a horn and wings! Only once before had she seen such a creature in the red warrior Hector, and even had such features been commonplace, she would have thought them expertly put together in this handsome man. She took him in, standing still as could be for several long seconds and just as her mood and swung low, she brightened. A smile spread brilliantly across her face and her eyes lost all trace of the melancholy or surprise they had recently held. “Hello!” One might have thought she’d seen an old friend again and not a stranger, but to her there was little real difference. Every new face was a friend to be found, and every new encounter an opening chapter to a wonderful story. The woman paused, taking a second survey of the man. He was certainly handsome as she’d thought at first sight but there was a shadow around his eyes and where he might have shown he seemed somehow subdued. Well, boyo, what’s got you down? She took a dancing step forward “I do hope I am not disturbing you. I am called Aisling.” ”.” [ooc: @Caleb - Charks, feel free to jump in any time, i just had a pile of Aisling muse!] |
[now come the days of the dreamer and they are filled with wonder and light ]
:: permission given for use of magic and force :: please tag Aisling in all posts ::
