Post by SorchaNiWynne on Oct 27, 2024 18:08:49 GMT
The first faces she saw once she crossed the threshold were those of Alice and Rose.
Friends of old and never known, they still embraced and talked, a while over the scents of coffee and tea and laughing.
“I’m glad you didn’t forget me while I was gone. I hope The Jinxed Phoenix got my replacements..I still feel bad about that whole situation.”
Alice was all smiles as they sipped from the cup, cards splayed around them as they played idle games to pass the time before she moved on to her quests again.
“How could we forget? Oh, Rose got you a present.”
The box was big, unwrapped and unfurled and exposing the hat, black and stained glass, wide brimmed and fitted for her brow.
It was perfect and would provide shade on the hot days and heat on the cold.
It was a small thing but she hugged Rose and Alice , it was not a crown but she found it suited her countenance anyway.
“I didn’t get you anything in return…”
She pouted softly feeling like she owed a boon to her friends for even this small thing, it still meant the world.
“You don’t have to, silly you're here, with us again..You’re going to work aren’t you?”
She nodded, once twice her voice affirmed in slightly rattled confidence
“I think so, the quest of gold and glory once more calls my name and the ink of red has now dried. I'm unsure how such a thing could prevent travel before but It would seem I did not sign some form or minor bureaucratic nonsense correctly and I was returned to The gates of Arcadia.
She pouted somewhat playfully.
“Such nonsense, enclose the world in pieces of paper and lines you cannot see…”
The redhead, Rose touched Sorcha Shoulder pulling her out of her malaise, green eyes Meeting her own blues and her, like Rose had always done, Alice’s hands laid on her shoulders either side at the back as she whispered in her ear from behind.
“Welcome home, Lady of words, the path has been set but this dream must come to an end.”
Sorcha didn't understand , until she was once again alone holding the new hat with her shopping bags and looking at the coffee, licking her lips as she sighed.
So it was that she must keep her own consul again.
Always so lonely, the questing path.
Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
We begin with the reverse ringing of a bell, a snap cut on a pair of eyes opening as a figure is dragged backwards through a hedge blonde hair familiar in a mirror with blue eyes and toned muscle but the same voice, the same soul , was she different? Had she changed? It was so hard to keep track..
When was she?
She was where?
Sorcha Wynne rises again.
Knelt in black and in a wide brimmed hat, Sorcha sits with her eyes closed for a moment before she cocks a wry smile.
“Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again. My messages have revealed themselves and Samhain’s seeming sits upon us. So it was and so it will be that I have been called to the field of gold once more.”
Her lips crook into a smile as her form settles after a rhythmic shoulder roll.
“The melee is already fraught with contention and I find myself before a familiar face.and a face unknown. But I have seen their tribulations and woes. I have watched and waited and counted and dreamed and soon we will cross skill against skill and we will see where the sword falls.”
She bows her head and slowly removes the hat to allow the blonde locks to flow free as she looks back into the camera with a head tilt.
“These halls are strange and yet familiar, faces and names that have been here since the days of yore combined with the rising excitement, and I have watched you all and sought my passing stepping forwards as I bid for a chance at crowning glory.”
She giggled a bit to herself, still looking into the camera, her head tilting left and right as she seemed to gaze at the audience.
“Of course, you didn’t see me as mists and silver’d path did guide my step and I have watched Murders become Parliaments and Falcons fly with Hawks and Owls, I have seen a crown that once was mine pass form name to name to name and now I must speak of foes past and present and certain.”
Her smile remains serene, almost out of place.
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free..
Little bird, little bird, mother of crows..”
She smiled a little more as she moved to a cross legged position under her dress re rolling her shoulders.
“How long it's been, but it feels as if yesterday we last faced, when I spoke of our delights and asked you once to bend the knee, you didn't, you crowed and flew and your wings singed blacker than before and through it all you smiled.”
Her smile falters as she leant back and sighed wistfully.
“But I don’t see your smile much any more, the light and soul had been worn down by banal attentions and promises, power and promise in equal measure and naught to show for it, the darker things and winter’s bite hovers in the air closing like a spring trap all the ready to snap, snap, snap.”
She makes a playful little shiver.
“But Winter is a part of things, is it not my little bird? I spoke once of forever Halloween, Samhain seeming draped on your shoulders, has that call truly come to you, or does spring lie still in your heart? Have I lost you in the mist? Or is your form on the silver’d path?”
She sighed happily, nodding once more to herself.
“I anticipate seeing you once more, to see how you’ve changed and grown, perhaps once the hurly burly is done we will speak of was and when , will you say I am a friend? Perhaps….Perhaps Until then… There is the rattle and chaos of the incoming battle and the glory of gold, a sword waiting to be pulled from its veritable stone.”
She breathes slowly with her eyes closed, a hand playing against in the air, making the gesture of pulling the sword before pausing.
“We are all crowned in our minds one day, are we not? I would see you in a crown, Lady Of Crows for now we are once again foes.”
She tilted her head a little the other direction.
“Along came a spider, or is she a falcon?…A spider with wings…A sight not seen often. Flitting and flying and full of cool fire, the Walker of sky and Brooklyn based travel. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again, you have made quite the impression have you not Natasha?”
She rises from her seated position slowly to dip a curtsy towards the camera head lowered.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve , in the open and unafraid of the fall, embracing it even. So full of summer are you it will be as if winter never comes. You dance with the moon and spin with the storm as effortlessly as you dangle your thread, setting your traps in the speed you weave.”
She let loose a low threatening chuckle.
“But if I should get a hold of you little spider, we will see just how durable you are. I am not in the custom of being laid low easily and so it shall be as we all three dance and sway to the beat of iron drums.”
She started to dance and waltz with nothing in particular , circling and trading partners as she spoke softly to herself
“Ring a Ring o’ roses…”
She looks at the camera dancing and swaying , almost holy double images of herself forming a trio as they trade before she speaks again.
“You all…fall down.”
The images disappear as suddenly as they appear and Sorcha seems to drop to seated again almost immediately as well.
“Only one of us can rise above the wheat and chaff and only one of us can step forwards to face the Iron Hawk, the heiress to the throne, Lady of storms. Only one of us might sing their tale louder so others may know us. Else our fate lies in the season of the witch and uncertainty. I will not simply bow my head to my foes or kneel before them.”
A small chuckle.
“This quest begins anew my banner unfurls and the march begins once more, down a silvery path with turns uncertain where skill and guile will mark my every step. The honour is mine, I will ensure you earn your victory if it should come, until then Let us stand united as one in the din of battle as the hurly burly is done, the battle lost and won where my quest for the crown begins once again.”
She picked up the hat once more as she rose putting it on slowly as she rises
“As we walk in Fields of gold.We will see whose standard rises above the others.”
And as if ink was splattered on the page the darkness comes as we fade out.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes
Friends of old and never known, they still embraced and talked, a while over the scents of coffee and tea and laughing.
“I’m glad you didn’t forget me while I was gone. I hope The Jinxed Phoenix got my replacements..I still feel bad about that whole situation.”
Alice was all smiles as they sipped from the cup, cards splayed around them as they played idle games to pass the time before she moved on to her quests again.
“How could we forget? Oh, Rose got you a present.”
The box was big, unwrapped and unfurled and exposing the hat, black and stained glass, wide brimmed and fitted for her brow.
It was perfect and would provide shade on the hot days and heat on the cold.
It was a small thing but she hugged Rose and Alice , it was not a crown but she found it suited her countenance anyway.
“I didn’t get you anything in return…”
She pouted softly feeling like she owed a boon to her friends for even this small thing, it still meant the world.
“You don’t have to, silly you're here, with us again..You’re going to work aren’t you?”
She nodded, once twice her voice affirmed in slightly rattled confidence
“I think so, the quest of gold and glory once more calls my name and the ink of red has now dried. I'm unsure how such a thing could prevent travel before but It would seem I did not sign some form or minor bureaucratic nonsense correctly and I was returned to The gates of Arcadia.
She pouted somewhat playfully.
“Such nonsense, enclose the world in pieces of paper and lines you cannot see…”
The redhead, Rose touched Sorcha Shoulder pulling her out of her malaise, green eyes Meeting her own blues and her, like Rose had always done, Alice’s hands laid on her shoulders either side at the back as she whispered in her ear from behind.
“Welcome home, Lady of words, the path has been set but this dream must come to an end.”
Sorcha didn't understand , until she was once again alone holding the new hat with her shopping bags and looking at the coffee, licking her lips as she sighed.
So it was that she must keep her own consul again.
Always so lonely, the questing path.
Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold
We begin with the reverse ringing of a bell, a snap cut on a pair of eyes opening as a figure is dragged backwards through a hedge blonde hair familiar in a mirror with blue eyes and toned muscle but the same voice, the same soul , was she different? Had she changed? It was so hard to keep track..
When was she?
She was where?
Sorcha Wynne rises again.
Knelt in black and in a wide brimmed hat, Sorcha sits with her eyes closed for a moment before she cocks a wry smile.
“Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again. My messages have revealed themselves and Samhain’s seeming sits upon us. So it was and so it will be that I have been called to the field of gold once more.”
Her lips crook into a smile as her form settles after a rhythmic shoulder roll.
“The melee is already fraught with contention and I find myself before a familiar face.and a face unknown. But I have seen their tribulations and woes. I have watched and waited and counted and dreamed and soon we will cross skill against skill and we will see where the sword falls.”
She bows her head and slowly removes the hat to allow the blonde locks to flow free as she looks back into the camera with a head tilt.
“These halls are strange and yet familiar, faces and names that have been here since the days of yore combined with the rising excitement, and I have watched you all and sought my passing stepping forwards as I bid for a chance at crowning glory.”
She giggled a bit to herself, still looking into the camera, her head tilting left and right as she seemed to gaze at the audience.
“Of course, you didn’t see me as mists and silver’d path did guide my step and I have watched Murders become Parliaments and Falcons fly with Hawks and Owls, I have seen a crown that once was mine pass form name to name to name and now I must speak of foes past and present and certain.”
Her smile remains serene, almost out of place.
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free..
Little bird, little bird, mother of crows..”
She smiled a little more as she moved to a cross legged position under her dress re rolling her shoulders.
“How long it's been, but it feels as if yesterday we last faced, when I spoke of our delights and asked you once to bend the knee, you didn't, you crowed and flew and your wings singed blacker than before and through it all you smiled.”
Her smile falters as she leant back and sighed wistfully.
“But I don’t see your smile much any more, the light and soul had been worn down by banal attentions and promises, power and promise in equal measure and naught to show for it, the darker things and winter’s bite hovers in the air closing like a spring trap all the ready to snap, snap, snap.”
She makes a playful little shiver.
“But Winter is a part of things, is it not my little bird? I spoke once of forever Halloween, Samhain seeming draped on your shoulders, has that call truly come to you, or does spring lie still in your heart? Have I lost you in the mist? Or is your form on the silver’d path?”
She sighed happily, nodding once more to herself.
“I anticipate seeing you once more, to see how you’ve changed and grown, perhaps once the hurly burly is done we will speak of was and when , will you say I am a friend? Perhaps….Perhaps Until then… There is the rattle and chaos of the incoming battle and the glory of gold, a sword waiting to be pulled from its veritable stone.”
She breathes slowly with her eyes closed, a hand playing against in the air, making the gesture of pulling the sword before pausing.
“We are all crowned in our minds one day, are we not? I would see you in a crown, Lady Of Crows for now we are once again foes.”
She tilted her head a little the other direction.
“Along came a spider, or is she a falcon?…A spider with wings…A sight not seen often. Flitting and flying and full of cool fire, the Walker of sky and Brooklyn based travel. Merry meet and merry part and merry meet again, you have made quite the impression have you not Natasha?”
She rises from her seated position slowly to dip a curtsy towards the camera head lowered.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve , in the open and unafraid of the fall, embracing it even. So full of summer are you it will be as if winter never comes. You dance with the moon and spin with the storm as effortlessly as you dangle your thread, setting your traps in the speed you weave.”
She let loose a low threatening chuckle.
“But if I should get a hold of you little spider, we will see just how durable you are. I am not in the custom of being laid low easily and so it shall be as we all three dance and sway to the beat of iron drums.”
She started to dance and waltz with nothing in particular , circling and trading partners as she spoke softly to herself
“Ring a Ring o’ roses…”
She looks at the camera dancing and swaying , almost holy double images of herself forming a trio as they trade before she speaks again.
“You all…fall down.”
The images disappear as suddenly as they appear and Sorcha seems to drop to seated again almost immediately as well.
“Only one of us can rise above the wheat and chaff and only one of us can step forwards to face the Iron Hawk, the heiress to the throne, Lady of storms. Only one of us might sing their tale louder so others may know us. Else our fate lies in the season of the witch and uncertainty. I will not simply bow my head to my foes or kneel before them.”
A small chuckle.
“This quest begins anew my banner unfurls and the march begins once more, down a silvery path with turns uncertain where skill and guile will mark my every step. The honour is mine, I will ensure you earn your victory if it should come, until then Let us stand united as one in the din of battle as the hurly burly is done, the battle lost and won where my quest for the crown begins once again.”
She picked up the hat once more as she rose putting it on slowly as she rises
“As we walk in Fields of gold.We will see whose standard rises above the others.”
And as if ink was splattered on the page the darkness comes as we fade out.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wait 'til the world is mine
Visions I vandalize
Cold in my kingdom size
Fell for these ocean eyes
Well howdy there pardner.