.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
AISLING
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
my friend makes rings, she swirls and sings
she’s a mystic in the sense that she’s still mystified by things
Aisling did not approach when she first spotted Kisamoa again, there had been something about his alien appearance that had struck a strange chord, and now she remembered what it was. There had been tales told in her homeland of water-horses...of kelpies, those dark creatures that rose from the water only to sure travelers down for the pleasure of drowning them. Surely Kisamoa was not one of their kind, if downing had been his aim hadn't he just had more than ample opportunity? Stories, Aisling told herself now, only stories. And still the idea of horses from the water still didn't quite fit, they were creatures of the earth, not the water... Then again she'd never seen a pegasus before coming to Helovia. Creatures of the land, creatures of the sky, now of the sea?
When an enchanting purple figure puffed into corporeal existence, Aisling could not resist. She'd heard little of the mysterious Moon Goddess but enough to guess at the sight of her, enough to be enthralled.
"With silent steps, Silent breath
Comes the Thief, like canny Death,
that denizen of dark disguise
the one who follows, follows, finds
She spins her song and no one hears
To listen in with her seeking ears
For Gods do speak their thought allowed
For all those hollow hollow minds
To Lady Night she does avow
a greeting and a solemn bow
a lifted veil, the truth to see
then falls to swallow, swallow, binds
The Thief stepped forward pulling on her magic to cloak her sight and sound, intending only the Goddess to see her approach. The the Lady of the Moon, the little enchantress gave a respectful nod of her head even as her silent song rang out. She took up a position near the lady, eyes fixed on the creature as more and more horses joined the gathering.
When an enchanting purple figure puffed into corporeal existence, Aisling could not resist. She'd heard little of the mysterious Moon Goddess but enough to guess at the sight of her, enough to be enthralled.
"With silent steps, Silent breath
Comes the Thief, like canny Death,
that denizen of dark disguise
the one who follows, follows, finds
She spins her song and no one hears
To listen in with her seeking ears
For Gods do speak their thought allowed
For all those hollow hollow minds
To Lady Night she does avow
a greeting and a solemn bow
a lifted veil, the truth to see
then falls to swallow, swallow, binds
The Thief stepped forward pulling on her magic to cloak her sight and sound, intending only the Goddess to see her approach. The the Lady of the Moon, the little enchantress gave a respectful nod of her head even as her silent song rang out. She took up a position near the lady, eyes fixed on the creature as more and more horses joined the gathering.
Aisling cloaks herself using her illusion magic, intending to be seen only by the Goddess of the Moon and approaches to observe.
[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 ::
