Spring 54, 513 AV. The Depths of Duality. Some nights were filled with work, only divided by regular times of rest in between. Some were elusive, dreams or nightmares of words, written, spoken, whispered, thought, words directed at others or the page of a journal alone. That latter practice had an air of silence and secrecy to it that the Ethaefal appreciated and treasured. Some nights were speechless though and those she spent roaming streets illuminated by skyglass or strolling through the Misty Peaks not far from the gates. It was always close and relatively safe spots her feet brought her to. Fear bound her to the city and prevented her from straying too far. The mortal body often forgot or buried it under a layer of vague resentment, but the ethereal form of the night understood better, saw more clearly. Despite that, thoughts were also weighing heavily on that head adorned by snow white horns, so she had lost sight of the way and walked into darkness. After a while it gave way to translucent blue: midnight and navy, sapphire and clear sky tones. Dark robes blending into the surroundings, Albireo approached the pond. Steps were slow and careful, surveying unknown territory, although it appeared as the epitome of peace and tranquil sleep. Still water reflected her Lord’s face next to her own. For a moment cobalt eyes rested on the image. It started to tremble. Taking a deep breath, she took a step back. The sights, noises and scents assaulted her senses and absorbed all thoughts or worries. It was as if she had left them outside the meadow. The next step had a rhythm. Her arms rose and opened, blooming pale as night lilies, as she slowly marched along the edge of the pool. Soon her body picked up pace. Motion of the arms broadened, steps quickened, fabric whirled and made leaves rustle, although the quiet was never disturbed. Whoever laid eyes upon the meadow that moment would see a silhouette reflecting moonlight off bare skin and majestic horns moving to silent music, blue shadows swirling and folding around her. It was prayer, it was ceremony and, above all, it happened in honor of beauty. |