Across the precipice the winds swept, cutting clear across the plains to the North, and through the shifting sands of the Moraki to where even the glass desert couldn't stand in their way as a rare storm thundered over the horizon. At the center, the lightning fluttered like the glow of a beating heart while dark clouds surged and hung heavy, rife with rain.
Rains meant flooding, and flooding meant death- something she no longer had to fear, but even still, something electrified through her body, a thrill that swept up her spine and tingled through her veins as it ended in a tickle at the tips of her fingers. Her painted red lips curled up into a rightward grin- all too subtle on her perfect, porcelain white skin.
Against the glass of the Seraj Isa, Jai'un- fallen princess of the T'orin; stood proud with a sweeping cape the color of blood sailing and tossing to the air as it caught the wild winds like a sail. Gold, filagree armor clung to her body- the only thing protecting her against the weather that threatened to come. Her red eyes danced along with her clothing, wildy, stunning- beautiful as dark black hair was joining in the fray- for her hair had never once been cut in her life; as her people knew the length of her hair signified the honor of herself - and her people.
But even now, as she had become a Princess of the Glass Desert, (rather than the former princess of T'orin as she had been before); she still stood tall and proud as she ever was- the only thing about her changing was her crude attire, that hung to every proud curve of her body- and the mask that hide the hideous scares on her face. And once before her eyes had been so green it put the grass to shame- here, now as she stood- they were a flaming, bright red color- like blood.
Poised with one hip out, she studied the horizon that she had taken such an interest to- though storms were rare here in the glass desert where she now lived, it was not the storm that caught her interest-
but the bright glowing vision she could see of a human heart. And the one who possessed it had such a richness to him, such power, such purity that she found herself touching herself on the golden heart that was part of the decorative design of her armor (though this heart was nearly hidden beneath the scrolling designs there in) as her lips opened hungrily. She could feel the heart beat even from here, even as the man was so many thousands of miles away.
He still had to finish crossing the plains, then the desert- then to the Seraj Isa, - and each of those elements were perilous in their own right. She licked her lips as the winds stroked them dry.
No.. this one of a heart far purer than the son had to come back with her alive.