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05-15-2016, 12:24 AM
As she hums, he's drifting. It calms her to see him being lulled to sleep, hopeful that this rough situation may become easier. As she whispered to him he's almost gone, sleep calling to him. Rolling her aching shoulder she does her best to resist the urge to move closer to feel some of his heat. His blood on her coat wouldn't matter if she ended up becoming an ice sculpture. Her song is strong enough to take her home, her mother and brother smile at her. Their phantom warmth melts the ice in her body. The movement of him shaking his head swiftly and sleep staying a bay for a moment isn't quite enough to stop her song. Rikyn shuffles over with his wounded leg raised, Aelin realises to make more room. More room for her. A tiny grateful smile lights up her face. At his demand she ruffled her wings, the motion is minuscule. Perhaps she had not realised just how much the sight of his mangled flesh disturbed her. Still, she would not refuse him, wanting to keep him happy and calm as to not aggravate his wounds further. Crossing the short distant between them the girl does listening, standing above him. But her melody proves to be soothing him into a lull and within the next passing moments Rikyn is asleep. Her magic burns to life with an almost crippling force. Perhaps because she was eager to meet him in her kingdom rather than what she had met in this arctic wasteland. She wants it. She can not fight it, as he slips into her kingdom and magic pulls at her, almost forcing her. Fighting it is futile, she knows this. Yet, despite her own desires, she does not wish to intrude into the boy's personal thoughts, the sandy princess tries to resist. The internal battle takes it's toll and within seconds she's collapsed beside him, rolling her body she curves along his. Her nose mussels into his mane, and she inhales his scent. It's foreign, it's intoxicating. It's virulent. The shock of his warmth against the cold she had been feeling is enough that the girl looses the fight. Aelin knows when she next comes to, she'll be there with Rikyn and he will be whole... It takes the girl a moment to gather her wits as she materialises into Rikyn's dream. Somewhere, some part of her is still inhaling his scent. It tethers her to the real world. She should fight but instead she allows her senses to explore the world Rikyn had built. The stretch of grass reaches out over the ocean, Aelin's eyes studied the colours and the way it moved. Rikyn is ahead of her, she eyes him and his curious movements. The girl's eyes study the precipice that plunges down into the steely blue water. Fear does not churn in her stomach, why does a pegasus need to fear a cliff? Why would Rikyn need to fear a cliff in this world? Quite clearly he does not. The girl's eyes drifted down to the overhanging grasses, they are tousled int the soft wind. She gasps in shock as Rikyn begins to charge towards the edge. After a moment she chases after him, partly curious, scared and excited. He will be safe, with control over this landscape she will catch him if he falls. Just as she had done with Hawke she would vanish from this spot and paper underneath the unicorn. In this realm she's strong enough to carry him. So Aelin continues to watch, birds cry overhead but the young princess remains behind Rykin. For she wants to leave the shape, events and colours of this dream up to him. Here they could fight dragons or save the damsel or...well leap off the cliff. Is he afraid? Or is there nothing but adrenaline pumping through his veins? Arlin's body prepares to catch him but there is so much confidence in his movements that she does not allow herself to be afraid. But he's clearly not afraid. Rikyn gathers speed, Aelin watches as the confidence takes over his body. Watching him charing head first and not slowing fills her with delight. The edge edge closer as she begins to chase after him, her legs stretching in each stride. Her hair streams out behind her and either side of her two wings spread wide, preparing to give her lift. Just as boldly she charged behind the dark boy, ready to catch or cheer him. Before them both the edge looms, she knows that he will no fall. As she had excepted Rikyn did not slide to an abrupt stop. Her breath was sucked in harshly as his dark body leaps outwards, away from the cliff. Then she exhales as her eyes see his body out into the blue expanse of sky with dark wings appear to either side of him. The girl studies them as she draws closer to the edge of the cliff. The beautiful feathers where dark, glossy and black, and the ends appeared to have been dipped in molten gold. Her hooves reach the edge of the cliff and her back hooves pushed off and she joined him in the open expanse. Closing her eyes she enjoys the freedom of flight. It's unlike any other pleasure in the world, there is nothing so invigorating, so restoring anywhere else. The first time she'd flown the feeling alone had been enough to be sure that she'd never felt quite right on the ground again. Delicately she began to change the wind, wanting to to softly play the song of her childhood. It was subtle, only to be heard if you listened closely. Aelin wants to laugh at his almost childish wonder, it was exactly as she felt about flying. That childish wonderment was an almost perfect reflection Together their bodies break the clouds into pure wispy trails. He wings beat proudly, strongly and assured. This was yet again her domain, the open skies was where she belonged. Finally he turns and his golden gaze finds her. And she smiles at him. "Rikyn." It's soft and blends into the dream wind, almost as if her voice isn't real. Did she actually speak? Proudly she beats her wings and moves to circle him. Hovering above then dropping elegantly to his side. The grains of sands that cling to her coat begin to roll over her body, glistening and wrapping around her middle and eventually trails behind her in a patterned cloak. It's made of silks and flowers, woven together and ripples around her. The ends fade and come back to life, fading in and out of the dream behind her. Golden beads appear behind her ears, weaving through her dark hair, shining proudly under the sun light. In this world they could do, normally she'd take over but there was a certain excitement in just allowing Rikyn to take control. She wanted him to explore his desires and join him on whatever adventure he manages to create. Dragons. Demons. War. Darkness. Anything he wanted, she was just here for him. Here to support him. Somewhere, far away, her nose again inhales his scent. There is no such thing as reality. There is just you and me.
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I guess jealousy's the curse that the struggle inspires.
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