Ciri
Ciri’s stars hadn’t left her, not even when night had faded and daylight raised cheerfully over the horizon. They were dimmer in the brightness but they still hovered protectively around her regardless. They hadn’t lied to her, those wise star ancestors. They had promised a reminder that they would never leave her again, the proof suspending slowly and calmly around her shoulders, glittering around her curved lobes and down her backside. She still can’t pull her shield during the day but it doesn’t bother her much. It had always been that way and she is just thankful she can at least summon it again.
As the heat rises in the Meadow and she meanders through dull grass and clear creeks, she comes across the duo. The slow spinning swirls of her iris’s take in the mare and she’s instantly more interested. There is a story written on the lines of her face, one that seems familiar to her. Her gaze rakes over the scars on her hips and the bite marks and she’s keenly aware suddenly of her own claw marks on her shoulder, the jagged pink scar beneath her eye, the marks of crows that are rampant across her body. There’s a haunted look to the strange mare and she’s instantly transported to her own time in the Upside Down. The toll it had taken on her. The stain of it still resided on her soul.
When she lands on the ginger foal, there’s a sharp painful tug to her heart. She can’t help but think of her lost son. Seeing the newborn reopens that barely closed wound, it still hurts to think of all the years lost with him. Of how she had been snatched from him when he was barely hours old. Tossing her head and shaking the tangles of raven locks along her neck, she throws them a small smile. “Hello” Her tone is warm enough as she keeps her distance, not wanting to intrude if she was unwanted here. Hesitating for a moment, feeling more awkward then usual. The mare was several shades and tones of shadow and gray, patches of white. She was beautiful and her child stands out like a flame beside her. “I was hoping to find some company… Might still be safer in numbers.” Another glance sweeping over the healing wounds and the vulnerability of the foal. The monsters had been assumed to flee with the banished darkness but one could never be too careful in this world. Better to be safe than sorry.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Padme]