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( I love them your honor // always accepting ) ISOBEL [ @slverstar ] WROTE: runs & jumps into aylin's arms.

AYLIN WOULDN'T ADMIT SHE WAS exhausted. The words had simply never entered her vocabulary. She could be joyous; she could be furious. She could dance; she could roar. But, she could neither weary nor take rest. Yet as she returned to the Selûnite enclave she and Isobel had most recently taken under their protection, her wings were folded behind her back, and each dark eye among the feathers was shut. For the Moon Daughter's feet to be so grounded was rare. Each step landed heavy on the earth as if in protest of it.

In moments like these, she had only one thought. Her keen eyes scanned the faithful til they met Isobel's. Immediately, their faces lit with mirrored smiles. Aylin bent just so as Isobel flew toward her, caught her fast in her arms, and vaulted them both for a turn in the air. A gaggle of children nearby were whooping and hollering for Aylin to fly her higher. She obliged enough to float them over the ground a bit longer, but she was far more occupied with burying her face in the crook of Isobel's neck as if any higher not saturated with her scent was pure toxin.

❝My fairest love,❞ her voice rumbled against Isobel's skin. ❝Each time I hold you, I think I shall never knew a feeling more rapturous, and then I hold you again.❞

#VERSE / SHADOWS WOUND US.#RE: SLVERSTAR / smitten means stricken as well; struck with devastating affection.#slverstar #first writing for Aylin in a year-ish and it's THEM as it should be

( they are everything to me // always accepting ) ISOBEL [ @slverstar ] WROTE: isobel attempts to sneak up on her to give her a kiss on the cheek. but, alas, she is too short. ends up clearing her throat and hopping a little bit to press her lips (quite fleetingly) to aylin's chin.

ISOBEL WAS SILENT AS STARLIGHT when she wished to be. Engrossed in her little book (a collection of comedies from Sembia purchased that morning), Aylin neither heard nor saw her. She didn't even notice when Isobel nearly brushed against her. Perhaps because she was so accustomed to that closeness each could nearly claim the other's skin as their own. She only lowered her book when she heard a throat clear somewhere in the vicinity of her upper arm.

The kiss brushing across her chin set a smile across her lips the moon could not match. ❝My beloved's aim is as true as ever. Cheeks and lips: these targets are too obvious and easy to hit. But, a chin? Now there's a real challenge.❞ She made no attempt to hide the teasing spark in her eyes.

❝A huntress who hits her mark should claim her prize, should she not? My lady —❞ in one motion, she encircled her arms under Isobel's bottom like a seat and lifted her off the ground with a gust of her wings, ❝— my bounty is yours. Pray, feast.❞

#VERSE / TBD.#slverstar #RE: SLVERSTAR / smitten means stricken as well; struck with devastating affection.#your honor I love them

@slverstar // plotted starter

AYLIN HAD GONE AHEAD OF her companions. There was no practical reason for it. The other three would arrive in Reithwin before the day was out, and together, they would present themselves before the great general, Ketheric Thorm. Although they had been sent with purpose, there was little reason to think scouting the town ahead of time would be necessary. Even if there was, the resplendent Dame Aylin Silverblood would be the last choice for the job. Swords of the Lady were not known for their discretion, and it was said the dame had been born without to make more room for temerity.

There was some merit to that. Even now, what had sent her ahead of her friends was no more than eagerness. She did not weary as mortals did; days of travel had hardly any effect on her. She was happy, normally, to spend an evening around the fire with the others, but being so close to their destination made her blood itch. Only a few more hours. She'd become so restless, they'd all but exiled her from the camp. She might not have been weary, but they were! Thus she found herself wandering the streets of Reithwin alone, allowing the townsfolk's curious stares to wash over her.

Or she had. For the past five minutes or so, her wandering had taken on purpose. Not that she was capable of marking the time or the path her feet followed. She moves as one possessed. Like she'd been struck through by lightning that rattled still in her skeleton, jolting each limb in turn. The superstitious might have called it witchcraft. The romantic would call it what it was: love at first sight.

She'd had only one glimpse of the moon-haired woman's eyes — had not even locked gazes with her — but that had been enough. All the mercy and wisdom of the stars was in those eyes. The sight had transfixed Aylin at first, long enough for the woman to disappear down a side street. Aylin could only follow after her, pulled along by some string of fate.

Alas it was an unanticipated challenge for someone of her build and unfamiliarity to navigate these streets. It did not help she could not watch where she was going, could not move her eyes from that halo of silver hair. Finally, she called out: ❝My lady! Maid with the moon-kissed hair! With the starlight eyes! If you are merciful, I pray you stop and speak with me!❞

#VERSE / DO MERCIES.#slverstar #for comedy reason I imagine she like #walked through someone's clothesline and stepped through chicken crates [feathers flying] and almost fell into a produce cart #because she was so Transfixed:tm: on Isobel