Silver and Cold {Open}

[Kel Sohva]

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Sohva’s hands appeared from underneath silky gray and black robes. They were so pale that they were startling: a pure, pristine white, unnatural in human terms, though perhaps commonplace in the faerie realm; shivering they reached out and gripped the white marble banister. His black eyes were widened around the edges, eyebrows curled downwards. He shivered as though cold, and his steps were faltering and hesitant as he slowly came down the stairs; the Nimbus seemed distracted, if not nervous.

And from somewhere within his black robes slithered a snake. Its dull tongue flashed out, reptilian eyes seeking out its surroundings. Like a scaled scarf, the mantel slowly slithered up its master’s pale white arm and settled around his shoulders, slowly, as though the sun had just warmed its cold blood. It could be said that both appeared such.

Indeed, the younger Nimbus had woken from a long rest. His physical body had been lacerated - two tears across his middle, where it had torn past flesh, muscle and viscera, and the other near his spine. The work of some beast, but he could barely remember: its memory was a just a flash, and all he could make out was the peering of yellow eyes and an unbearable pain.
When finally he’d woken, Sohva’s black eyes opening, he knew what had happened; he had woken from a Trance. His first…and hopefully his last; it was not a particularly pleasant experience. His dreams were vivid but strange, as though his mind twisted with restlessness while his physical self slowly recovered.

But for now Sohva had just woken. The wounds were gone; they no longer bled, but he still trembled. The night air’s cold sunk deep in his bones, beyond the flesh. His snake slithered against his flesh, glad that he had woken and awareness had come to them both again.

The Seelie court, he remembered. The purity and the two great lions he found himself in front of reminded him of it; he could feel his strength coming back, albeit slowly, and breathed in some air in relief.

[Queen Myrina]

The night smelled of earth; there was no other way to describe it. Dirt, grass, and other pungent smells all melded together to create a scent that was so akin to the terra firma upon which the Seelie fae walked that it was unthinkable that any could describe the smell other than “earthy”. Sure, there were other ways to describe such a smell but they would just not do it justice, for as the spring set in the smell of newly born flower buds and freshly lain dew filled the air, overwhelming anything that might even try to rival it. But the Seelie Queen was not interested in the smell of the atmosphere, no, for as the silvery moon cast a bright light onto the scene she did not even falter. The whole night could’ve been illuminated and she would’ve stilled walk in the open without a care; a seemingly frail woman amongst the most cutthroat fae in all the land, unabashed.

She looked like a ghost; there was no other way to put it. Dressed in a white dress that was more or less a corset attached to a much fuller bottom she left little to imagine. Yet the woman was not so full figured that her curves pulled all attention to her and she gave no impression of being a cheap trick that was found on any street corner. Nay, she was the exact opposite, a regal woman whose appearance was all royalty and all sidhe.

Her flesh was pale but with every movement she shimmered as coated in pearls, her body painted in a canvas of color not far removed from a rainbow. Her eyes swirled with colors, colors that could be anything from green to blue to pink as she cast a dead gaze out over her court. She looked like a doll, which was the best way to describe her for her small figure appeared frail and easy to manipulate. But the princess of Blood and Striae was dangerous; she had not earned a Goblin Blade by being a pushover.

”What ails you, nimbus?”

She simply said as if she had been there all along as she came upon the scene of the faerie. She continued to walk, moving past him towards the throne and the marble lions that seemed to stir when she had arrived.