She is content to count the stars that shoot on by. Some have green tails but most of them are a mix of orange and yellow. They’re gone so fast that it’s hard to tell in all honesty but she still watches happily. Almost as if they’ll shoot across the rich brown of her eyes, like campfires on muddy riverbanks.
Moonlet sinks into the comforting waters of her own thoughts, which are few and far between. She’s held rapt by constellations that claim their spots in the sky and the other stars that shoot amongst them. The girl will spend the entire night like this, captive to the night and all that it holds.
Maybe the wind whispers secrets in her ears too, as her eyes divine ancient details in the void the moon has left behind. Perhaps clouds will come, an entire herd of them moving slow and thick across the sky but she doesn’t think so - the night holds true to its promise to be clear and spectacular.
She could hear him and smell him, and that’s how she knew it was even a him at all. The earth always gives them away; soft enough to cradle their feet in good dirt and yummy grass but it would somehow always betray the clop of their hooves. “Hallo stranger!” she happily and trustingly calls out to him, even though she has yet to swing her head back earthward to look at him.
The moment she does though, something magical happens. Her mouth gapes open, and not just because he is shot through with stars himself in his skin but because they fall down out of the sky around him and even around her. Streaks of starry fire shoot around them but somehow never quite touch the ground and set it alight.
Moonlet cannot help but stare, or even how she edges closer to him with her nose outstretched like she wants to touch him to assure herself that he is real. Surely someone this real cannot have command of the stars like that! But he does and she is easily enchanted as she asks him without a single note of suspicion in her voice (possibly one of desperation), “How are you doing that?”
@[gravitas] mwah!