"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
’Do you remember the names of the stars, my child?’
The memory comes back to her now, gentle questions from the faraway voice of her Sire. That voice was his only tether, while his eyes forever strayed to the accumulation of silver-spangled night once the sun set beneath the horizon. His own far-off place, his own remnants of memory bleeding through each careful collection of mythos.
Fade lifts her eyes to the narrow strips of sky caught between spindly oaken branches, a canopy like clutching fingers that dare not let the first clusters of starlight spill too far from the heavens. Though few have emerged, she searches the soft beginnings of night for the ones he taught her to name. A shooting star blinks across the bough above her, a breath of breeze sending a dry leaf spinning into her pale mane. She pauses beneath the rustle, dark wings settling against her sides, and allows a curious tension to unfold beneath the oak.
’Fade,’ the voice comes again, firmer this time, if not impatient in its own right.
‘Stay with me, little star.’
The words grow dim, leaving as whispered as they had come, and her hooves guide her further towards the break of the treeline. A clear view, an expanse to gaze upon, and a stretch of sky she can nearly name.
Beyond the trees, the sky opens wide enough to make her stop, the cloy of nightsong mirroring her now scattered thoughts. Fade searches the indigo night for a familiar shape, tracing one star to the next as her Father once taught her. A name nearly rises to her tongue, flaring brightly before it slips away with the quickness of a snuffed candle; a flame that burns too brightly for tired eyes. She draws a quiet breath, folds her wings close, and begins again.
The forest is quiet. Winter's tight embrace is lifting away, giving way to vibrant night skies, sleepy squirrels rustling awake in their furrowed nest, and a hunger for the fresh bulbs and blossoms of spring awakening. Rainy, not untouched by the breath of crisp moonlight, picks over the thawing grounds to do the same.
The little mare is curiously light on her hooves. She picks her path carefully, the moonlight dappling overhead and pattering her painted body. She enjoys this peacefulness and the solitude with her own thoughts (though she is not plagued by any deep trauma, really). A smile pulls at her lips, her head bobbing in a small rhythmic dance slightly.
A little further up ahead, Rainy's pale eyes fall upon another, winged and silhouetted against the sleepy spring foliage. Rainy can not make out whether they are a mare or stallion as of yet, or rather a friend either, but with a metaphorical shrug, she steps up and attempts not to startle the other in the milky moonlight "Hello there." Her voice is unconsciously hushed but something above a whisper. Rainy is smaller, but she is nimble in case her approach is met with anything other than mutual intentions.
The unicorn notices now how richly pigmented the other mare is, beautifully vibrant in its wine-colored depths, with the complementary golden wheat colored hair. How strange Beqanna is with its equine varieties! Rainy can not help but lean in a little more, with eyes and ears attentive and interested.
“Something beautiful waits quietly beneath the snow.”
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Thoughts: A stranger in the moonlight, a friend? "Speech:" "Hello there." Words: Additional narration or descriptive text.
Fade takes a quiet breath, folding her plum-colored wings close, and focusing on her memories. Lessons of the night sky passed down from the only compass she’s ever needed.
The pause helps her reorient herself, allowing that calm breath to fill her lungs and her mind to take comfort in the moment without bullying herself into giving up just yet. Her Father wouldn’t approve, and truthfully, she wouldn’t accept surrender so easily either. Especially when the stakes were her own, and she set the price for herself.
’Hello there.’
A single ear finds the tune, flicking towards the careful greeting before the stargazer looks away from the constellations. Tugging her head reluctantly away from the chart to look at the muted gray unicorn. Splashes of silvered hues patchworked against her form, and lengths of pallid hair flowing about her body like gossamer fabric. Two pale eyes that competed with the glisten from above, and were remarkably different from her own cocoa stare.A pretty thing, she mused, not stopping her chocolate gaze from shamelessly taking the other woman in.
”Hello,” the word finally slips past her mulberry lips, nostrils flared to coax scent, a ripple of her muscle flowing over her shoulders as she adjusts her stance.
”Who are you?” There is a notable tilt of her head, ears pulling forward and entrusting the other with her full attention now. If there had been any danger, it was lost on the daughter of the stars, and thus there was simply connection between two curious souls that keened for fellowship.
"Oh," Rainy can feel a shyness creeping up as the other mare appears asks who she is. The pied unicorn would be blushing if she were able, as the other has a sense of worldliness, an aura of magic, and greater purpose. "No one really. I'm just Rainy. A tiny smile wires over her lips as she appears blunted next to the vibrancy of the other.
Rainy raises her seawater eyes upward to look at the stars that the merlot mare was previously looking at. To Rainy, the stars were just that: stars. She can not decipher what constellations are, as she has never heard the word before...let alone an ability to see their patterns. The paint mare tries hard to understand but unabashedly asks, "What are you looking for?" Her tone is soft and hushed, as though the Gods were peeking back at them, and she feels small under the winky eyes of celestial beings that she has no name or concept of.
Rainy's eyes return to the mulberry woman, admiring the gentle glow of her marking when she suddenly exclaims, "Oh!" And her eyes rocket upward to the night sky again, then back down. "You have those on you! Are you looking for them?" The wonder that crosses her face is of purity; a simple unicorn in a confusing world of magic, she seemingly appears silly and almost idiotic if it were not for her genuine curiosity and wide-eyed wonderment. A few moments pass before she tilts her head with a small tinkling laugh, "What's your name?"
“Something beautiful waits quietly beneath the snow.”
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Thoughts: Stars, stars...star tattoo? "Speech:" "What's your name?" Words: A simple unicorn, those of the past, has found Beqanna and all her wonders. It is strange, confusing, and overwhelming.
Danger doesn’t often find her, she knows little of it, but rarer still does the very thing she’s been searching for find her on the ground. Fade adjusts her wings, fluffing the plum colored feathers until they cushion her backside with a softness all their own. A neat array of deep mauve and succulent tints of berry blooms. Fade doesn’t know what it is to be bashful, the word of course, but the feeling is lost to her. It never stuck, and why would it?
The world was much bigger than their forms, these tiny vessels that encapsulated so much more than shame or timidity.
Just Rainy, this stirs a tilt, an unspoken question but the thought begs all the same. Twisting against her mind, until it settles on the how could you of it. What did she mean by, just Rainy? Yet the answer, or the consolation doesn’t leave her, because Rainy lifts her own head to the skies and Fade, with glittered-chocolate eyes, follows in turn. Using the spiral of a horn as the beacon until, maybe, they’re seeking the same set of certainty from the midnight lights.
”Monoceros,” the answer comes gently, finding its way much easier than it had been made out to be. There was a place for it among the stars, somewhere between the brighter shapes that threatened to swallow it whole. Her Father had shown her once, drawing a unicorn from lights that seemed determined not to resemble one.
With that, the pegasus drops her gaze once more, eyes alighting on the pale form that found her before she could trace the stars. Blinking slowly with eyes that glittered against depths of warm hickory, until she notes the uncertainty turning into joy. A floodgate of elation bursting forward, and with it enough sensation to have the quiet pull back in on itself, Fade gives the excitement room, stepping back beneath the force of it with an easy amusement.
”Some of them, yes,” an answer for both questions. Yes it was just like the constellations in the skies, and yes, she was looking for them as well. The Corona Borealis marked her right shoulder. Twinkling back at them in much the same way as it did from above, the Northern crown it was said to be.
“Corona Borealis,” she offers, turning her sangria stained shoulder enough that the little crown catches against the night. “The Northern Crown.”
