[ even at the worst of times, alisaie loves water. she loves how it feels against her skin, she loves the weightless buoyancy, how it can feel like flying to cut through the waves as a bird cuts through clouds. but now -
now it is exquisite. the heat of the spring soaks deep into her sore bones and aching muscles, and alisaie is flung bonelessly against the slick stone, her head thrown back and her eyes shut, the faint starry light of night washing over her face. what a feeling. she has been here only a year in comparison with her fellow scions, but even a single year without the cool, quiet comfort of night had been.. trying. to be able to shut her eyes and not feel the everpresent sting of light through her closed eyelids is a joy and relief that she has not the poet's soul to put words to.
there is work still ahead of them. another lightwarden, and whatever meets them beyond that, but for now.. she chuckles, low and rough. ]
Aye.
[ she murmurs, without moving even an ilm. ]
Though I would not object to sleeping right here, as I am..
[ alisaie has the heart of a fish, she won't prune!! ]
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now it is exquisite. the heat of the spring soaks deep into her sore bones and aching muscles, and alisaie is flung bonelessly against the slick stone, her head thrown back and her eyes shut, the faint starry light of night washing over her face. what a feeling. she has been here only a year in comparison with her fellow scions, but even a single year without the cool, quiet comfort of night had been.. trying. to be able to shut her eyes and not feel the everpresent sting of light through her closed eyelids is a joy and relief that she has not the poet's soul to put words to.
there is work still ahead of them. another lightwarden, and whatever meets them beyond that, but for now.. she chuckles, low and rough. ]
Aye.
[ she murmurs, without moving even an ilm. ]
Though I would not object to sleeping right here, as I am..
[ alisaie has the heart of a fish, she won't prune!! ]