AISHA
i doubt its your style
not to get what you set
not to get what you set
Korbin continued his story, weaving the fabric of a romantic tale forged from the elements. Fire and ice, as opposite as they may be did dance together beautifully, on a night in winter, at the center of a camp on the mountainside. Aisha thoroughly enjoyed his tale, especially the bit about fireplaces in Halo, interjecting a question as he finished, "Is that true?" she asked, referring to the law. If it was then it was a strange convention, but possibly necessary.
Of course the raven boy asked for a tale in return, though reluctant as she often was to speak of home, this seemed a worthy moment. And a painless one, when told with such elegance any truth could seem a fairytale. "Sure thing, bumpkin," she agreed (obviously having grown very fond of the nickname and unwilling to let it go), with a debonair flick of her spotted tail.
"Five kingdoms ruled by five monarchs. The queen in the east was the oldest of all the monarchs, and yet she was the only one without an heir. She was unable to have children, and spent many years praying that she could. The longer the eastern kingdom went without an heir, the more restless the other monarchs grew. They would rather go to war and conquer than see an outsider upon the eastern throne. As they prepared to fight, the old queen grew paler and weaker.
On her last day she prayed to the god of life one last time, to spare her people and give her an heir. And the gods heard her, as she passed into the night a baby was placed next to her, a daughter so radiant she put the stars to shame. The people of the eastern kingdom claimed the child as the heir, believing she was a miracle and a blessing. All the other monarchs accepted the baby as the new queen, all but one.
When the young queen grew, the king in the north claimed false heritage, that the eastern queen was illegitimate and didn't deserve her crown. He went to war, with every facility and order to rain hell upon her people, but the queen of the east was blessed, she had the power to shift into any and every animal. With her blessing, her and the eastern army crippled the north, and the northern king bowed at her feet," she finished her tale with a sigh.
"There, happy? That's the one everyone knows, the story of the demigod queen. Told by your's truly," she said, a playful tone laced in with her thoughts. It was a nice one, one that her mother had told her many times with a lot more gusto and embellishment as a child, but also one she had little faith in. She wasn't as confident in the divine of her world as other's had been, it'd always seemed a rather boring subject.
Of course the raven boy asked for a tale in return, though reluctant as she often was to speak of home, this seemed a worthy moment. And a painless one, when told with such elegance any truth could seem a fairytale. "Sure thing, bumpkin," she agreed (obviously having grown very fond of the nickname and unwilling to let it go), with a debonair flick of her spotted tail.
"Five kingdoms ruled by five monarchs. The queen in the east was the oldest of all the monarchs, and yet she was the only one without an heir. She was unable to have children, and spent many years praying that she could. The longer the eastern kingdom went without an heir, the more restless the other monarchs grew. They would rather go to war and conquer than see an outsider upon the eastern throne. As they prepared to fight, the old queen grew paler and weaker.
On her last day she prayed to the god of life one last time, to spare her people and give her an heir. And the gods heard her, as she passed into the night a baby was placed next to her, a daughter so radiant she put the stars to shame. The people of the eastern kingdom claimed the child as the heir, believing she was a miracle and a blessing. All the other monarchs accepted the baby as the new queen, all but one.
When the young queen grew, the king in the north claimed false heritage, that the eastern queen was illegitimate and didn't deserve her crown. He went to war, with every facility and order to rain hell upon her people, but the queen of the east was blessed, she had the power to shift into any and every animal. With her blessing, her and the eastern army crippled the north, and the northern king bowed at her feet," she finished her tale with a sigh.
"There, happy? That's the one everyone knows, the story of the demigod queen. Told by your's truly," she said, a playful tone laced in with her thoughts. It was a nice one, one that her mother had told her many times with a lot more gusto and embellishment as a child, but also one she had little faith in. She wasn't as confident in the divine of her world as other's had been, it'd always seemed a rather boring subject.
out to acquire
your eyes are on fire
your eyes are on fire
