can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now;
She felt like her world was spiraling.
The plague had settled into her veins long ago, and even though her parents had tried to keep her safe, they had other things to distract them from her. Perhaps not her father, so much, but certainly her mother. Ryatah had been over-protective at first once she realized her daughter had fell ill, keeping her close and refusing to let her leave Tephra. But it didn’t last. As she was so prone to doing, her presence was sporadic at best, with new scents still clinging to her skin, and new eyes – and she would never forget the way her mother had looked at her for the first time with those almost-black eyes, the way they had brimmed with tears and she pulled her so tightly to her chest, and for a moment Evenstar almost thought she was going to stay, for good – that she wouldn’t explain how they had came to be. And then the twins; the twins that were not her father’s, with their impossibly black coats, and it confused her the way her mother cooed over them with virtually no guilt.
She wanted to dislike them, but she didn’t have it in herself. Evenstar was too kind, too caring, and when their mother disappeared – again – she watched over them, filling them with the empty promise that Ryatah would be back soon. She’s probably with your father, is what she never says, even though the thought crosses her mind.
When she comes to the meadow, it is an attempt to clear her head from everything else. She felt a little guilty about leaving the twins behind in Tephra, but for now, she just wanted to forget everything. She was only a year old herself, and everything was slowly becoming too much. Perhaps the mindless hum of those around her would be enough to lull her into a false sense of serenity.
The summer sun is high in the sky, and the warm rays of it caress against her jade-colored shoulders as she walks along the outskirts of the meadowlands. She watches a few groups of horses, a look of longing in her soft brown eyes, but she doesn’t approach. It’s not until out of the corner of her eye that she sees a girl – draconic in appearance, almost like Gilt, but not quite – and she is immediately drawn to her. She is close to her age, young, at least, and she casts her a shy smile, ducking her head as she takes a few steps towards, ”Hi,” is all she manages to say softly, and when she looks at the girl, there is no apprehension or fear in her stance, even though everything about her should have been frightening. But she had no reason to fear her, and there is nothing but curiosity and hope in her quiet eyes.
I'm praying that this stairway leads somewhere like Heaven's door,
and when you get there don't look down
@[Ember]