"With pleasure, my dear Queen," Nyx replied in a throaty murmur, like aural silk, as a smile broke out across her face. Her teeth glittered just as the stars in her eyes did, and she spread her wings as if prepared to finally take flight. The tendrils of darkness clung to her closer, aching for her. Everything about what was black and desolate, part of the night, ached for their Mother.
She was ready to, as they say, blow this popsicle stand. Her wings stretched as she looked to and fro, willing herself to focus. "Upward?" And onward. "I can take a passenger or two."
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Date: 2013-07-02 03:25 am (UTC)She was ready to, as they say, blow this popsicle stand. Her wings stretched as she looked to and fro, willing herself to focus. "Upward?" And onward. "I can take a passenger or two."