03-29-2022, 04:46 PM
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
It is strange to be living in this Forest when she belongs to the Isle. To its colorful dancing lights, the biting cold, the stretching solitude where it is just her and the stars. The burnt beach which reminds her of a life she can barely remember living anymore. She misses it but the intensity of her newly released emotions, the love she has for her son gifted by a Dark God to a Dark Star, is stronger. Besides, those memories barely matter anymore. It is just a drop in an ocean that is now filled with a thousand stories of a life lived in the sky. It is just another chapter in an unfinished book. She can think back now and not feel as if a million razors are slicing into her heart. When she had unleashed the taint of what the Curse had left within her, when she had flung it at Amet and thrown him into darkness as her brilliance reclaimed her…. Some of that old hurt and anger had gone with it.
Ciri had crossed to other worlds, had faced monsters, had died. She had loved and lost. What she was now was something new, something she was still trying to understand and figure out. The crimson stars that flicker around her speak of her past (of the things still left to heal), the light that glimmers through her many scars (too many now) a sign of what she had overcome to finally find the path to understanding who she truly was. Who she wanted to be.
Returning from the Isle, she seeks her starlit child who she knows will be wandering these woods. He never leaves them, seems to have no desire to. It bothers her but she never forces him. Remembering how strong the pull had been to come here and birth him to begin with. There is a strangeness to the colt that she is aware of. He barely speaks and every time he tries, it is stuttered and harsh. As if he was a thing that shouldn’t be speaking at all. It still unnerves her when the forest creatures eyes seem to watch him when they move, those damned ravens that are always fluttering overhead and trigger nightmares from a time spent Underneath. Still, she loves him. This dark boy covered in her own celestial light with an eye of red and another of silver. Still, unlike her own that now sparkle with shooting stars.
Her second chance. Her gift.
It is he that she seeks when a sigh from the shadows makes her halt her steps. It is only a slight glance but then she stops entirely. Not unlike that moment in the meadow when she had caught a glint of a golden scale. He is older, battle hardened with old wounds much like her own. Yet there is no mistaking him as sunlight catches across his face. For there is another memory here, more recent than the ones from the night sky but yet not new… Not like her death that’s written in the many layers of healed lesions across her chest. Not like her rebirth as a mortal star.
How often had she stood on the remains of that beach and thought of him?
”Castile?” A soft hiss of his name that slips from dark lips, bewilderment and a variety of other pressing emotions setting off the stars in her silver eyes. Unbelieving that yet another ghost had somehow seemed to manifest from her mind. Her wings wrap around her as she takes a step back, instantly remembering just how terribly wrong things had gone when she had stumbled across Amet in the meadow months ago. She had already casted one dragon to eternal darkness. To be fair, she had been a much angrier mare then (and part of her could still not be sorry for it, that unraveling of his betrayal that had set her off and set her free). Still, she is not sure she trusts herself. Not when the memories and what ifs she had played a thousand times finally shift back to the front of her mind as she looks at him in disbelief.
Ciri had crossed to other worlds, had faced monsters, had died. She had loved and lost. What she was now was something new, something she was still trying to understand and figure out. The crimson stars that flicker around her speak of her past (of the things still left to heal), the light that glimmers through her many scars (too many now) a sign of what she had overcome to finally find the path to understanding who she truly was. Who she wanted to be.
Returning from the Isle, she seeks her starlit child who she knows will be wandering these woods. He never leaves them, seems to have no desire to. It bothers her but she never forces him. Remembering how strong the pull had been to come here and birth him to begin with. There is a strangeness to the colt that she is aware of. He barely speaks and every time he tries, it is stuttered and harsh. As if he was a thing that shouldn’t be speaking at all. It still unnerves her when the forest creatures eyes seem to watch him when they move, those damned ravens that are always fluttering overhead and trigger nightmares from a time spent Underneath. Still, she loves him. This dark boy covered in her own celestial light with an eye of red and another of silver. Still, unlike her own that now sparkle with shooting stars.
Her second chance. Her gift.
It is he that she seeks when a sigh from the shadows makes her halt her steps. It is only a slight glance but then she stops entirely. Not unlike that moment in the meadow when she had caught a glint of a golden scale. He is older, battle hardened with old wounds much like her own. Yet there is no mistaking him as sunlight catches across his face. For there is another memory here, more recent than the ones from the night sky but yet not new… Not like her death that’s written in the many layers of healed lesions across her chest. Not like her rebirth as a mortal star.
How often had she stood on the remains of that beach and thought of him?
”Castile?” A soft hiss of his name that slips from dark lips, bewilderment and a variety of other pressing emotions setting off the stars in her silver eyes. Unbelieving that yet another ghost had somehow seemed to manifest from her mind. Her wings wrap around her as she takes a step back, instantly remembering just how terribly wrong things had gone when she had stumbled across Amet in the meadow months ago. She had already casted one dragon to eternal darkness. To be fair, she had been a much angrier mare then (and part of her could still not be sorry for it, that unraveling of his betrayal that had set her off and set her free). Still, she is not sure she trusts herself. Not when the memories and what ifs she had played a thousand times finally shift back to the front of her mind as she looks at him in disbelief.
-- Ciri
First, you have amazing timing.
Second, there was absolutely no way I wasn't responding to this
