[open] rest your eyes and stay in the shade; any

[Avelina]

The firefly-adorned filly does not have to wander long before the next wonderful thing can find her - and it only solidifies to her that she must be asleep somewhere. It is not hard for her to believe that she has dreamed up the boy that looks as though he has been dipped in the nightsky, but touched with a kaledescope of colours she might never have even thought possible. Colours she could only dream existed somewhere in the world. A spirit, perhaps? But a gentle one that was woven from starlight. She’s captivated as he moves towards her and watches with a growing, delighted grin as he stretches out and touches his muzzle to the dancing fireflies. “Aren’t they lovely?” The lights flurry around the pair of yearlings. It doesn’t occur to Avelina to be shy about personal space so she remains where she is, admiring his purple eyes. Her own, soft green eyes dance in the gentle glow of the fireflies as he introduces himself and she replies in kind. “I’m Avelina.” Her voice is gentle in the shadows of the forest, a voice accustomed to whispering - but also simply because this little moment seems to deserve some reverence. And then, well, she speaks her mind. Because this is a dream and what does she have to lose by being a little bold? “You’re beautiful, Skandar.” There’s a quiet earnestness to her voice. She hopes and assumes someone has told him this before - hopes he hears it every day - because he should. Even if he was only hearing it in her dream. avelina

@[Skandar]