#frostedsun

[courtlycrow]

Jarix and Dove

“About Ariella, she’s…” Dove trailed off as if uncertain where they were going with the sentence. But they didn’t have to. Jarix finished it instead.

“Light.” his voice was rough and little louder than a whisper and Dove might have had trouble hearing him if they weren’t paying attention.

“Pardon?”

“Ariella. She is light. Like the stars. Or –” He coughed sharply, and his hand went to his throat as he reconsidered his words. “Bright, but not-- not the sort of light that hurts.” He paused again. He hadn’t spoken so much in a while and he was realizing he might need to practice. “All the beautiful and soft kinds of light.”

Dove stood still, a shadow all in white, and stared at Jarix for a moment with featureless eyes. “Yes,” they said finally, “I suppose she is.”

[courtlycrow]

The Spade one with jarix and jubilee gardens, and Alaryk with the winter festival

These got weird. And for a dialogue prompt there’s an awful lot of prose (I’ve been stuck for months!)

The Spade one with jarix and jubilee gardens, 

“It’s pretty here, isn’t it? It smells like home, in the woods away from the lake… well maybe not entirely. The flowers here are not the same, after all. Still, it’s nice.”

Ariella looked at him with a gentle smile, as if she expected him to continue, but his throat ached already. “Thank you, for bringing me here,” he said instead. Prompting Ariella to take the conversation. He loved the happy sound of her voice, how it rang like a bell when she was excited. He could listen to it for the rest of his life. 

and Alaryk with the winter festival

“Look at them… what a happy family. My timing is impeccable, isn’t it? Kalliope should be spending the holiday happily too, if not for me…” He looked up at the stars, clearer in the cold. He had never paid them much mind before-- but then, that was before he met Cassius, who’s skin looked like a night sky made flesh. He paid more attention to the stars now. “He seems to be having fun though,” Alaryk mused quietly. Cas took the quietest delight in experiencing the more wonderful things about life on the surface of the planet, away from the Underdark. Alaryk almost wished he could join him, if he had the slightest idea how. He could see the same reticence in the Guildmaster. She too had no way to join the festivities. No experience in it. It would take practice for them both.