Desreal: to: ALSHAIN

hearts that cry diamond tears;
spirits that walk for a thousand years;
here them calling on that darkest morning;
pulling me under, my thoughts dissapear;

Saphira stands beside her beloved falcon, sapphire eyes tinted with ice locked on pure mercury. He was everything to her, and in his presence, she had no fear. Not anymore. She leans gently into his dappled side, and her air swirls and dances with his. She smiles, enjoying the new sensation as their elements connect. So much had changed, but they never would. It was a love to last eternity; even death could not separate them, as Saphira had proved not so long ago. She was lawless now, ruled by no one but the elements. She longed for her ocean though, to feel as the water embraced her, to change the waves around her. She sighs, wistfully, and inhales the salty smell of the ocean off his skin. Perfect. But then again, it always was. She laughs at his brave foolhardy words, but she wouldn’t have him any other way. 1 part brave, 3 parts fool, and damn if she didn’t love him for it. She absentmindedly traces a wave across his shoulder, and with a playful gust of winds sets it in motion across his body. She smiles, admiring her artwork when he proclaims his protection over her. Indeed, they were indestructible together.

“I am glad you have so much faith in me. I am sure I will need it in days to come.”

She pauses a moment, and looks away from his attuned gaze. She is not afraid of what she might see, but rather what he might see in her. She can feel the shards presence, always hear its whispers. It was just easier to ignore in his vast and consuming presence. She loved hi too much to think of anything else, and so it got pushed aside, for now. But what would happen when he wasn’t there? Indeed. What then. She had already accumulated her slaves, one of which was his son. She just didn’t want to admit that to herself, or to him.

“Just as I would die protecting you.”

She smiles into his neck, wondering where he would go from here. She knew he would never go back to Solira without her. Ni’Srilian seemed well under way when it came to their warriors. She thought of Stelios then, the Andarin King, her uncle. She laughs at the thought of Alshain meeting him, and the sound is bell-like. The happiest she has sounded since Notte’s disappearance so long ago.

“I am sure Stelios would welcome you into Andarin. He is after all my family.”

Alshain knows about most of her family, but even he had not known this.

the siren;
the keeper;
water III + lightning III + air III

you can hold the darkness from you;
if the will is very strong;
but that whisper always haunts you;
cannot change the Siren's Song.