[private] a falling star fell from your heart; islas

[Astrophel]

His blue gaze turns back to @[Islas]. Her question in reply to him revealing what she truly is obscures him. Astrophel contemplates the complexity of his words to her for a moment. Perhaps it was much the way he felt when he first learned he was more than a standard horse in Beqanna after finding out he was given the powers of the stars. It was unbelievable at first, almost too crazy to think he could possibly ever possess such an exceptional attribute. Astrophel listens, watching as she contemplates his words. He can feel the doubt in her voice as she asks him another question. Questions he knows he likely could not completely answer. Even when he is struggling to find answers to his own questions all these years since he returned to Beqanna. But he knows he must try. Part of him doesn’t want the young mare to feel like she is nothing when every part of her is something more than she ever imagined. “I don’t really know how it works,” he says as he reaches to find his words. “There are many things that could be why you are a star.” The matter of death comes to his mind. “Sometimes stars simply die for some reason. Perhaps they are given a second life by living a mortal life.” He has truly never seen a star die, though he wonders if it was possible for them to actually make the choice to become mortal. “Perhaps they make a choice to live like we live.” Astrophel considers the latter for a moment, remembering the time the celestial beings answered his cry right here within the meadow so many years ago. The star boy turns to look up the starry night sky again. “I wonder if they are curious as much as we are of them,” he says aloud, though he is more speaking his thoughts. “Maybe living forever like they do is too much sometimes. Choosing to give up their immortality for a moral life seems almost better considering how much they might have seen for a thousand lifetimes.” Astrophel could never imagine it was that bad. He had felt completely at peace living among the stars. But perhaps, most likely, they had seen too much in their lifetime. Maybe it was the only safest way to die peacefully instead of waiting thousands of more years until the very starlight burned out.