Post by Lilitu Maelice on Mar 6, 2010 0:19:57 GMT -5
The Frozen Wings was a haunting place. Lilitu had hated it as a child, always terrified that his wings would be ripped from him and frozen in ice. Despite the fact the legend was that she had willingly given up her wings, Lilitu never trusted anyone to listen to what they said, not even in retellings of old stories.
Red eyes glanced over frozen stone. It was beautiful, glinting in the faintly lit cavern. It was so cold and empty inside, befitting of the ice fey land. The chill didn't bother him, as it would have a lot of fey. In fact, to him it felt normal, warm even. Ice fey were naturally cold creatures, so it was no wonder that the ice did not bother him.
Kneeling before the make-shift shrine, Lilitu bowed his head. He'd been to the sculpture many times before, praying to the ice fey that had so willingly sacrificed her life to grant him strength. Strength to better control his power, to not use it so whimsically. So many people had died already because of his own inability to control his emotions. And here ice fey were supposed to be good at being cold, clean-cut creatures rather than emotional,whimsical ones. But he did have wind fey blood running through his veins, he supposed.
Sighing he closed his eyes and allowed peace to overcome him. Perhaps he would travel to the dark fey kingdom soon, see Svv again. It was lonesome wandering from place to place with no friends.