Starlight sword fight

As she got older and more mature, Ember discovered she enjoyed staying up late. Her Circadian rhythms had her almost nocturnal, preferring the peace and solitude to the night to the early mornings wolves like her sire seemed to relish in. She'd much rather sleep through the morning and have the night all to herself. Besides, staying up late had its perks. One of which was currently dancing around in the night sky. Stepping out of Hearthstone and onto the terrace of the gardens with Ravenedge on her back, Ember gazed up into the midnight sky in awe, watching the vivid bands of colors swirl and twirl around the stars. The bright auroras almost lit up the world in blazes of color. Even the moon seemed larger than usual as it cast its celestial silver light down onto the world! What a rare and magnificent sight to behold that all the early birds would miss!

Ember sat and watched the nighttime show for a little while before she rose to her paws and made her way quietly down to the gardens. Paw pads treaded softly along the cobblestone paths, walking between gardens of flowers and the blooming wisteria trees. The air was perfumed with the scents of flowers, the wisterias, and honeysuckle that climbed the old stone walls of her home. Ember veered off the path and onto the soft spring grass, feeling the blades cushion her toes like a natural carpet. The little lady Carpathian took a moment to look around and up at the windows that overlooked the courtyard, making sure she was alone before she continued. The evening gardens gave her the privacy to practice her swordplay on her own, and what a lovely night it was to spend it outdoors!

Drawing Ravenedge from its scabbard, Ember shrugged off the sheath and spread her paws into a steady battle stance. Blue eyes slid closed behind black lids, and the adolescent fae took a slow, deep breath. Then she began her movements, paws traipsing across the grass, graceful and fluid in their motions. It almost looked like Ember was dancing as she pivoted and pirouetted around, bringing her sword along with her movements. The blade curved and arced through the air, slicing through nothingness in a blur of silver. Ember listened to the crickets, breathed in the sweetness of the cool night air, felt the grass between her toes as she spun and brought her sword to bear, fantasizing about fighting off enemies in battle with these movements. Practicing in the dojo or the sparring rings was fine and all, but out here, Ember could just be herself and practice her way.

WC: 444
Total: 444 / 1500

"Ember Carpathius"