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don't get lost in my lyrics
you won't find your way out She had noticed the handsome fellow wandering the wilds an followed him for a time; partialy to satisfy her curiosity and partially to work on her skills in going undetected. She'd been working with her power, testing its limits and the little fae was gaining confidence in her ability to control what others head as well as saw, and it turns out it was quite simple to sing heself both invisible and silent if she focused correctly. The biggest challenge was keeping young sorcha entertained as she worked, but the pint-sized dragonling was rather enthrawled with her bonded's task, thinking it a fine game indeed. So this stallion had seemed as good a mark as any since he was so easy on the eyes (not that Aisling was in the market for a beau, but she appreciated good looks wherever she found them) and the pair set to follow and watch. Soon enough it seemed evident that he was alone, and that put a pang on the little mare's heart, she'd wandered alone and aimless for a time and wouldn't with it on a soul. 'We should see if he'll come home with us, mo chroi.' Aisling told her little companion and Sorcha was delighted enough at the prospect of a new friend that the mare set he plan into motion. When the stallion wandered close enough to her home, she sent her magic out to find him and draw him close "A wanderer, fair wanderer with none to call his own did take the road that led him far followed path of land and star till weak and weary boned But will-o-wisp, small will-o-wisp did know where he to go there was a land of peace and rest a valley bright she did love best to cease his to and fro Northward, ever northward she caused his path to rise moving earth and tree and air one way blocked and one way bare till she could meet his eyes." She altered his path, or at least the look of it, throwing up illusions of rocks and trees and other obstacles to herd the stallion to where she waited for him; if her heard her song, there were no words in it, only a quiet and enticing melody the try and set his mind at ease. She had positioned herself just south of the entrance to her home in the narrow dip between hills. Despite the season, the clouds had broken to offer a few rays of late morning sun upon the spot. At her side, the wee dragon swung contentedly at the end of her braided mane. When Aisling spotted the stallion, she smiled, warm as you could wish. "Good morrow! I am Ailsing of the Aurora Basin. Who might you be?" ooc:: @Howl Hello Sen!! We noticed your thread in the threshold sort of trailed off so Aisling would like to invite Howl to join the Aurora Basin! |
[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 ::
