05-10-2021, 02:30 AM
You think I'll be the Dark Sky so you can be the Star?
I'll Swallow you Whole.
I'll Swallow you Whole.
Islas does not think she has ever met another fallen star, though she has met plenty with an affinity for them. Magicians with their magic linked to starlight, and Shipka with an ability to manipulate their light similar to the way she herself can. Ten was something wholly different, seemingly able to flex time and space in ways that she could not fully grasp. She had no doubt that others such as herself existed, if only because she has now seen that the magic in this land seemed to be limitless. Though, she assumed they were similar to her, too, in the sense that she had not cared so much about finding other stars, but more so she wanted to know how to get back. And if they were here, they likely did not know.
But her world has changed drastically since then, with Tiercel and Kamaria giving her a reason to want to stay, and knowing that come spring another will be born.
The idea of a future that did not revolve around getting back to the skies, but instead on shaping a life here was still entirely foreign to her, but she was finding she preferred it to the constant state of apathy she had been born in.
“Ciri,” she echoes her name in a way that is still oddly mechanical, but the glimmer of curiosity in the dark of her eyes is enough to signal that she does not mind the mare’s presence, even though she does not ask her own questions about her apparent starhood. “I don’t know why I’m here,” she answers simply, and truthfully it has been a while since she has thought about it. “I was born into this body several years ago, but if my mother knew why it was never divulged to me.” The relationship of her parents was something far beyond what she could ever hope to comprehend; her understanding of emotions and relationships had only recently risen above base level, and whatever existed between Carnage and Ryatah was too complex for her to fathom. If there was a reason for them to have a star-born daughter, she is sure it was not something that would actually matter or make sense to her.
In the short space of silence that she lets fall she sends the orbs of starlight back into the sky, before turning her gaze back to Ciri. “Do you know why you’re here?” she parrots the question back to her companion, wondering if she had asked because it was something she knew of herself.
But her world has changed drastically since then, with Tiercel and Kamaria giving her a reason to want to stay, and knowing that come spring another will be born.
The idea of a future that did not revolve around getting back to the skies, but instead on shaping a life here was still entirely foreign to her, but she was finding she preferred it to the constant state of apathy she had been born in.
“Ciri,” she echoes her name in a way that is still oddly mechanical, but the glimmer of curiosity in the dark of her eyes is enough to signal that she does not mind the mare’s presence, even though she does not ask her own questions about her apparent starhood. “I don’t know why I’m here,” she answers simply, and truthfully it has been a while since she has thought about it. “I was born into this body several years ago, but if my mother knew why it was never divulged to me.” The relationship of her parents was something far beyond what she could ever hope to comprehend; her understanding of emotions and relationships had only recently risen above base level, and whatever existed between Carnage and Ryatah was too complex for her to fathom. If there was a reason for them to have a star-born daughter, she is sure it was not something that would actually matter or make sense to her.
In the short space of silence that she lets fall she sends the orbs of starlight back into the sky, before turning her gaze back to Ciri. “Do you know why you’re here?” she parrots the question back to her companion, wondering if she had asked because it was something she knew of herself.
Islas
@[Ciri]