Stand face to face with your god
It does not matter how far they stray, they are always brought back together in the end.
But then, it is only natural. For they had spent eleven long months curled so intricately around one another. Crammed into a womb just barely big enough to hold them. There is no reason it should not be the same in life.
She moves through the forest slow, her gait stunted by her concentration. She has noticed that sometimes the air she exhales is tainted by stars. As if they come from someplace deep inside of her. As if, because there are stars in her mane and tail (short still with her age), they must belong to her. She is concentrating hard on trying to call upon them at will.
There is some nearby commotion that shatters her concentration and whatever she’d felt building in her chest abruptly dissipates. It leaves her irritable and she goes in search of the source of the noise.
She finds a curious thing. An armored thing. A thing with fire and a galaxy splashed across its chest. Just as she has a galaxy splashed across her skin. And Obelisk. And her father.
And there, too, is her brother. Demanding. She emerges then, focused only on Sepulcher. “Brother,” she says coolly, “where are your manners?”
