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[Stellaria]

She doesn’t have the words to describe how his name suits him, but she thinks it as her bright eyes take him in with his soft expression and lack of smile. All she manages is a nod when she hears it, as though saying ‘Yes, of course your name is Worship’. It makes complete sense to her. At his question, Stellaria’s own smile does not fade but her expression grows dreamy - and in her mind she can see her future wings. See herself gliding through warm summer skies and beneath the real stars that seem so distant and pale compared to the colours that dapple her coat. “I feel like I’m meant for the sky. Not just because of the stars on my coat… but it has always felt like there’s something tugging me upwards, forever upwards.” Always, as if she weren’t very young. As if she had no true concept of what always really meant. That does not matter to her - this dream has been as constant to her as the turn of night and day, as the ground beneath her hooves. Her gaze refocuses on the present as she pulls herself out of these thoughts, and there’s no embarrassment to be felt in their wake. It is her truth. “What do you dream of, Worship?”

@[worship]