Though Zohariel has no issues with daylight in theory, the nature of her gifts certainly create a bias towards the night. Enough that she does her best to only socialize in the moon’s hours - when she’s more awake, more energized. And lately there seems to be more energy around Beqanna as well - an intoxicating hum that is speaking cautious promises of life. She enjoys seeing the foals again this last year or two, though there does not seem to be as many as there had in previous years, and she is looking forward to spring and the sound of bright laughter once again.

Tonight it is still cold, however, and she is wandering in search of a distraction.

She remembers that there is a pond somewhere nearby, and wonders if it’s frozen over - she loves to send starlight shapes dancing across icy surfaces in plays and ballets. For her own entertainment, if nothing else.

But someone else is moving down the route she begins to head up and she stops - noticing his limp but it is the smile that encourages her to call out instead of moving out of the way. “Hello!” And then, because even though speaking to someone would be better than her other plans, her mind is still half filled with stardust so she asks, peering over him - “Is there a pond back that way?”

At first, Zohariel has assumed she’s offended him - she feels a pull of disappointment as the smile turns into a sharp frown as he flaps his impressive wings and carries himself backwards a few feet away from her. Her own bright expression falters, uncertainty mixing with discomfort and guilt in her stomach. Some star-flecked shadows begin to curl around her body, as though she could simply obscure herself enough to make up for her social blunder.

The reaction to her presence and his expression are somewhat at odds with the words he speaks, which are not in response to her question at all, and she finds herself forgetting what she had said as well in her confusion. She tilts her head a little to the side, her smile more uncertain than it had been just moments ago.

“... Thank you?” Zohariel believes she is pretty but hardly someone who stands out - her entire family is composed of beautiful, ethereal looking horses and despite the fact that her wingless sides set her apart she knows her opals and stars just mark her as being one of the family and that has always brought her joy.

Unsure of what to say now, she defaults to basic manners - hoping that talking a little more will show her a way out of the confusion muddying her cheer. “I’m Zohariel.”

Zohariel instantly wonders if he has met one of her family members - there are a handful of the colour-flecked residents of Beqanna. She’s met some, knows of others, and has glimpsed a few more still. They do all share a passing similarity, especially her siblings.

This thought doesn’t linger, though, out weighed by his introduction. It is the most impressive introduction she has ever heard - and she does not hesitate to tell him that as those star-flecked shadows fall away from her and she settles more comfortably into this chance meeting. “I’ve never met someone with so many titles before.” She thinks it has also been a long time since she’s met someone who had a home they could name. The sea took so much of Beqanna, and gave back such strange versions. This, however, seems a little depressing to vocalize so she keeps it locked inside, next to the worry that he will find her disappointing - especially after (presumably) meeting one of her more dazzling relations.

She glances upwards at the full moon, once again voicing the thoughts that come to her without even a hit of anything other than curiosity. “Does the moon have a lot to say?”