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[Stellaria]

She’s not left alone, staring at the stars, for very long. Stellaria is excited at the prospect of meeting someone new and she drops her eyes and they meet a colt who is so perfectly her opposite in colour it almost feels as though they are inverted forms of one another. At first, her eyes snap to focus on his wings instead of his eyes - and there’s a stirring of an emotion she does not yet know the name for in the pit of her stomach. Jealousy. She’s watched birds and bats fly and dart across the sky, and against the stars all that can be seen is their silhouette that is as deep as the night itself. As though they were cut from the very sky. It’s not enough to just look like the night for her. She wants more. Wants what he has, this beautiful colt that reminds her of the dawn of a cold day. His whisper breaks her focus on those feathered appendages and she smiles, her day-blue eyes focusing properly on eyes she thinks are gold, though in this light it is difficult to tell. “There is no one like me.” She states this as though it’s an indisputable fact - even though she has not lived long enough to know whether it is true. It is something Stellaria feels, something she wishes to be true. She will be disappointed to discover that there are horses with rainbows and stars adorning their coats in the dozens or hundreds, and it will only drive her to further separate herself from their crowd. To become something new, something the world has not seen yet. Although it would probably be polite to return the compliment, to speak any of the kind thoughts in her mind about his beautiful colouration, she does not. Surely he must know and there is a question she cannot help but whisper herself - her voice reverent. “Can you fly?”

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