[open] back to your roots; any

[Astrophel]

Happiness was a line thread for Astrophel. Yet, he held onto what little left of that thread had. It was a thin line of hope, but any hope was better than none. It was a hope that one day he would return to the skies above. To feel the never-ending happiness of completeness he once felt. Astrophel can only hope that he was brought back here for a purpose—a purpose he has yet to discover. It would only be temporary, he told himself repeatedly. There are only two things he can truly do to find his way back him. He must become part of what he once had been. Something that still has not settled into his own mind very well yet. Then he must find why he has returned to the earthly world again. The white flower—he likes the idea of her being called that since he found her to be very appealing since he approached her—gives him a warm smile. Her words are quickly something he finds he can relate to. He never really had anywhere else to go. The white stallion drifted from one part to the next, always searching for a way to go home. He likely would always be looking. “I don’t have anywhere else to go either,” he says with a warm smile back to her. There had been places he lived once. He grew up within the Dale before Beqanna had changed and then when he came back to the changed world, he lived somewhere near Tephra. But nothing compared itself to the galaxies above. Nothing would ever. Astrophel cannot remember the last time he had spoken to someone else. He often finds himself alone in the silence. It’s something he prefers because he cannot truly understand the world that others live in. It’s all they know, but he knows a much different world than theirs. But there are times he longs to find a friendly face and make conversation. Perhaps it is the loneliness within him that grows, the need for others, just as he still needs the celestial world to fill him once again. He can only imagine his loneliness to connect with others is him adapting to once to his earthly needs—back to the very beginning of his birth. The mare’s next words bring even a bigger smile to his face. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he says warmly. But without even realizing how honest he was being when he admitted he was already enjoying himself very much in these few moment with the white flower mare. Astrophel’s eyes grow warmer as she shares her name and encourages him with a smile he cannot resist. “It’s nice to meet you, Isilya.” He liked her name. It was sweet and warm when he said it. It made him smile even more. “I’m Astrophel,” he adds matching her warm tone as well.

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@[Isilya]