AuroraElis
AuroraElis
Sleep had evaded her ever since their encounter in the Chamber. Some nights were better than others, but tonight the visions come in unrelenting waves. Each one washes over her, threatening to drag her into the depths.
Her navy eyes open abruptly. Wide eyed she allows her brain to grasp that she is in fact safe in the shelter they had occupied within the Dale. The rapid beating of her heart is matched by the rythmatic in and out of her shallow breaths. Her feathers shift uneasily as her head turns to view Jack and the twins sleeping peacefully.
A twisting in her gut pulls her from the cavern and out into the night. Her head casts skyward as her eyes search the blackness for the stars that held all her wishes, hopes and dreams. She finds them there, scattered about haphazardly. But when a star shoots across the sky, she does not cast a wish upon it. Instead, she follows the trail of light it leaves behind.
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She is unsure how far she has traveled that night. Aimless, she follows the star dust across water and land alike. The gown of feathers along her back are held taunt to her caramel body. Even though winter had begun to fade away, the nights still held a chill. But there is a soothingness to it that keeps at bay the rambling thoughts of her life.
A drifter upon the winds, she finds herself near the river and much farther than she had meant to travel. Dawn was fast approaching and with the saturation of light, the stars trail vanishes.
With one last look to the sky, her brows furrowed is discontent, she whispers into the atmosphere, "Why have you brought me here?"
Her ageless frame settles beside the babbling waters for a moment, lost in thought as daylight returns. The warmth of the sun's rays is a welcome reprieve but decidedly she can't rest for long. Her family would be awakening to find her missing and wondering where she had gone.
Suddenly, there is a call overhead that stills her leave for the briefest of moments. Her golden flecked eyes shift to find a blue jay flying up from behind her and disappearing into the nearby underbrush. With a shake of her head, the ivory strands of her mane toss gently along the flesh of her neck before she steps forward...
Not all that glitters is gold
@Diable Rouge