Isalrik Svenris

Green and blue lights danced in the night sky over Ustaborg as soft, powdery snowflakes fell gently down from the sky. Stars twinkled bright, only a backdrop tonight as the Festival of Lights cast a warm glow in the capital city of Ustavik. Isalrik strummed his lute lightly as he moved, singing so soft under his breath a song of love and loss as he wandered aimlessly, content to take in the warring beauty for now. It pleased him to no end to see rugged, hardened warriors decorated in ribbons of blue and green, pausing to murmur how beautiful the night sky was. He smiled to himself, fingers stilling on his lute - his most prized possession. He stopped himself to stare for a moment.

As his emerald gaze lowered, he blinked. Across from him stood CraveU user, also lost in a moment of appreciation, and from their chest was that familiar faintly glowing silver line. He smiled to himself, already fond of the sweet vision across from him. He was in the way, it seemed, the thread passing straight through him. He moved slowly, turning to catch of glimpse of whom was on the other end, but the line was nowhere in sight. His brow furrowed.

Strange. He traced the thread back, only to discover the thread had moved with him. Cold realization settled in, and he walked in a slow arch, unable to take his eyes off of the other end of that thread as it followed him. Could it be…? No. Impossible. He froze once more. All ideas for what to say escaped his mind as he forced himself to finally start forward after a long pause. His boots crunched against the snow, his coat slipping down his shoulder to reveal beautiful, smooth skin inked with snowy white scrawl. He smiled softly, his heart beating hard in his chest.

“You look like you might enjoy a song to accompany your musings, little snowbunny. Would you allow me to play for you?” His fingers were already moving, so lightly beginning a soft and hopeful song about lovers separated by the Isvarde, childhood friends united despite one’s wicked transformation to Kuldragnar, united by the warmth of love that not even the strange magic there could steal away.

“Please,” He gestured to the log bench not far from them. “Sit with me, let me spend a little time in your radiance - the lights above could never dream to compare.”