The summer night is a thin one; even though the last of the sun’s fingers have only just relinquished their grip on the horizon, the skies in the east look strangely expectant. Still, the stars cling on to their territory, looking forward to that change in the light that must come soon, to longer, deeper autumn nights. The field is quiet aside from the soft lisping of the breeze on the grass. Perhaps its inhabitants are sleeping, or speaking in soft hushes under the night sky’s watchful gaze.

Into this tranquillity falls one drop; the hollow hoof-sound on the dry sod of the earth. Four hooves that have once again come into contact with the lands of Beqanna. Slim white-silver legs stretch upwards to the willowy body and swan-arch neck of the mare wreathed in starlight, with tingling wings of light that slowly dissipate now they are no longer required.

Mystere looks over this uncanny place. Strange, yet familiar. The stars have brought her back from her long travels. Beqanna’s night-sky constellations called her, and as she always will, she answered. She exhales softly into the midsummer night.

* Our child dearest child with us once again wait with us *

The starlette’s head tilts as she listens to the voices of her parents, her guardians and lovers, drawing their light around her in tendril-caresses that bounce off her pearly coat, crystallise in her milky silver eyes.

She waits.

Mystere

Eternal Star Child

The whicker grumbles out into the night, a soft velvet earthquake that shakes Mystere’s attention from the sky. She turns her face to him with some effort, as if for her gravity pulled her upwards rather than down. Her silver meet his blue as his words float between them.
Orion. Her eyes skim his starlight dapples and glance back at the sky, looking for the stars of his belt.
'They call me Mystere.'
She softly exhales her name, her voice almost forgotten. Looking back at the imposing figure of the stallion, a tendril of starlight reaches out to him, dancing across his dapples as it maps the constellations.
'Orion. The stars have marked you. '
Her voice rings clearer now, regaining that bell-like musicality. She steps towards the stallion with her starlit-aura, her muzzle reaching out till it is a blade of grass from his own. Her breath blows softly into his own, taking with it tentative fingers of starlight.
*Mystere, my love*
Her ears twitch at that long longed-for star-voice, a silver eye once again turned to the heavens. He was up their, her own star-love. Her gaze fell once again upon Orion, studying him more carefully. Who was he, that drew those words from her lover?

Mystere

Eternal Star Child