Thump. Pause. Pause. Thump. The unsteady rythmn of her heart seems to pound in her ears, echoing in a thunderous rage. Yet despite the distraction of this, her feet follow in determination; a path they know all so well, one she could never forget. The leftover chill from winters kiss greet the pads of her feet as she steadily climbs towards the mountains. Thump. Her heart is a mess of nerves and excitement, pale eyes glance over the beauty that still is spirane. A warm feeling embraces her, wraps her in a blanket of comfort. The sights and sounds are almost enough the drown out the pounding of her heart. This was home. Home. Her body seems to sigh in contentment, a sense of peace she has so longed for since her departure from these lands. As a slightly chilled brush of air tickles along her fur, her heart gives another pound and yet this time it is so different than the ones before. As pale green eyes behold a sight that had not been seen in years.

For a moment her body pauses, her breath catching as pale eyes seem to burn in both pain and joy. Almost timidly she approaches the den she had once shared with her mother and siblings. Visions of what used to be dancing in her sight the closer she comes to. It is only when she is at the mouth of the den does all seem to go silent. Not a breathe nor a beat, silent. Her heart cries at the loss and yet savors the memories, a shaky gasp of air is taken; tasting the air and yet she is not rewarded with their scents, nothing but earth greets her lungs. She cannot stop the small whimper that escapes. Eyes shutting as she leans her head against the side of the entrance. Time. So much of it had passed and what she would give to go back, when everything was beautiful and perfect.

It is unknown how long she stands at the den, never entering merely leaning on it; as if to support her. But soon she tears her small body away, the scent of earth now clinging to her skin. As pale green eyes drift up and up, along the path that will take her back to a world she has never forgotten but may have forgotten her.

The beauty that still exists creates something within her she had not felt in years. Spirane. Her body trembles from the closeness, the border all that keeps her away from shaking the mere mountains she longs to run within again. Familiar scents, ones she knows stain the invisible barrier. Kalseru and Nymeria. The sister of the dragons and her cousin, queens of the peaks. A sense of pride overwhelms her, to know they still linger is enough to satisfy her patience. With every breath she takes she cannot help but long for the knowledge of the queens or even the brothers, Rhaegal, Viserion, and Drogon... Drogon. A blast of heat warms her heart and chills it at the same time. Was he still near? Had he forgotten her? The abrupt thought causes a whimper to escape before she attempts to control the dark thoughts. For who is she to ask anything of her.. the dark one?

Denying the negative thoughts to cloud her mind, the joy of being home returns and she cannot stop the melody that rasps from deep within her soul to fill the mountains with her song. The tremors once again return, though they have some control; time has chained them. The happiness she once knew all that keeps them present. As she waits in a flurry of heartbeats, to see if the mountains would take back one that loved them so much. One that would give her heart to it, forever.

semele

TEN - OF NOWHERE - NO SOUL - NO HEART - IFRIT & EVERLYSE