Apr 23, 2023
Side-by-side of Enambris with her daughter Ambria
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Side-by-side of Enambris with her daughter Ambria
A gift art for my friend @enambris. I’m proud of you. Keep going. <3
Bonus closeup under the cut!
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
The little hyur blinked rapidly a moment before sputtering out with a huff as her sister began to fix her hair. “W-ah-- Nam!--- Nam!!!” she sputtered out with a bubble of air before playfully flailing to the side.
Her hair shifted, auburn and purple shades moving away to free her right eye of the clutter. Frowning a moment before sticking out her tongue, the hyur moves to lightly run her fingers through her own hair with a hum.
“Does... it look better now, at least..?” she asked quietly, tilting her head forward to thump against Enambris’ shoulder.
[ @enambris ]
“Enambris isn’t ‘glowing with determination’ she is just so pale she’s practically reflective.”
// @enambris
!!
...I don’t know if she’s human. Is that unkind to say? She’s firey enough... in temper and looks and power, and I remember the heat of her flames as they licked around us, as she turned my shields to ash the moment I could lift them. She can push herself harder than anyone, do more than anyone, fight harder and cast stronger... beautiful and charismatic and the sort of woman who people respect and listen to. I mean... and... I too, can’t help but respect her; admire her, even. She’s beyond what anyone like me could aspire to be, even if I lived a hundred summers, so perhaps... mm, maybe that’s why it feels so natural to wish to serve properly as her support? It feels only proper.
Little Moonlight
The tiny infant was quiet, a soft yawn melting his mother's heart as she watched him rock quietly in the cradle, falling asleep to the overlapping tones of her voice. Her humming yet made the wood and stone thrum, but the child hardly seemed to notice - or to care, as the case may be. Enambris brushed strands of her scarlet hair back from her face as she leaned over the pram to press her lips softly to his forehead.
Though she trembled, her body weakened from labor and the war between the light and dark that had somehow meshed to give life to such a tiny thing, she yet stood. The "queen's guard" that stood watch beyond her tower bedroom's door would be irked with her refusal to rest, but in these quiet nights, there was little they could do to stop her pacing her room. She rarely rested, these days, and they ever chided her for it.
Her humming grew in a gentle crescendo as she paced to the frost-rimmed window, gazing out over the sleeping city, curls of white smoke drifting up betwixt witchlight lanterns that dotted stonemason streets yet in the throes of reconstruction. Those who had lent their efforts to the Reclamation had long since returned to the sanctuary of their homes as the snow fell, a quiet blanket that shrouded her home.
Enambris smiled and sang.
♪ The sky is dark and the hills are white, As the rose-queen speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the rose-queen sings, And over the world her cloak she flings: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep," She rustles her wings and sweetly sings, "Sleep, little one, sleep."
♪ On yonder mountain-side a vine, Clings at the foot of a mother pine, The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep, What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep."
♪ The queen may sing in her warrior's flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little moonlight at my breast, Liketh the song I sing the best. Sleep, sleep, little one sleep, Weary thou art, a-next my heart, Sleep, little one, sleep.
The crystal set into her sternum gleamed as she sang, chasing the dark and cold from the room, and from within the light in her heart burned bright. Oisin slept through the night.
Past the point of no return The final threshold What warm, unspoken secrets will we learn Beyond the point of no return
Revolution and Regicide
- Part 1
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