01-29-2022, 04:18 PM
She had been born into a relatively sheltered life, and she really had no reason to leave it other than she eventually outgrew it.
While she was incredibly similar to her mother, the paths they walked diverged greatly. Starsin had been born and abandoned, and had spent most of her life proving to herself—and everyone else—that she was not worthless, that she was not something anyone who met her could so quickly forget or discard. Stargaze never had to worry about being left behind, and has always known exactly who she is and where she comes from.
There was a dangerous edge to her, the same that had existed in her mother, only their foundations were different, and it was impossible to say if this meant she was an improvement on Starsin, or if she was meant to be something worse.
Stargaze flits now through various parts of Beqanna, nothing but a spinning, twirling cloud of glittering dust. She has been on her own for awhile now but she has never settled anywhere, though she did spend a considerable amount of time on the outskirts of Loess, since it was the setting for many of her parents’ stories.The kingdom was lovely in its own harsh, unforgiving way, but so far she did not see what set it apart from all the other lands.
And now, flooded by water after the unforgiving earthquake, she suppose she no longer has to worry about not seeing what her mother had seen in it.
Her millions of fragments reflect in the afternoon sun as they arc through the sapphire-blue sky in a series of fluid movements that eventually lands her on a lone island somewhere far to the west, further west than she had yet traveled. In a sparkling flurry her body begins to turn solid from the hooves up, until she is standing on the golden sands of the jungle island with the turquoise waters behind her. Her bright blue eyes scan her surroundings, and while the beach was pristine and inviting, it is not what draws her attention. Her steps instead take her further inland, and she begins to think the place is uninhabited until she comes across a lone stallion resting in a pool of water.
She is not a kelpie, but the smile that curls at the edge of her dark lips is sharp enough all the same.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she drawls lazily in a way that implies she is not actually all that concerned with interrupting him at all, resting her shoulder against the rough bark of a tropical tree as she appraises him with an open stare. She wears her natural coloring—the brilliant blues and sea-greens of labradorite shot through with cracks of black—and in the heat of the island sun the frost that coats her skin hovers on the brink of melting. Much like her mother, she was born knowing she was beautiful, and it shows in the self-assured smile that never quite leaves her lips. “You look like you’re working awfully hard.”
While she was incredibly similar to her mother, the paths they walked diverged greatly. Starsin had been born and abandoned, and had spent most of her life proving to herself—and everyone else—that she was not worthless, that she was not something anyone who met her could so quickly forget or discard. Stargaze never had to worry about being left behind, and has always known exactly who she is and where she comes from.
There was a dangerous edge to her, the same that had existed in her mother, only their foundations were different, and it was impossible to say if this meant she was an improvement on Starsin, or if she was meant to be something worse.
Stargaze flits now through various parts of Beqanna, nothing but a spinning, twirling cloud of glittering dust. She has been on her own for awhile now but she has never settled anywhere, though she did spend a considerable amount of time on the outskirts of Loess, since it was the setting for many of her parents’ stories.The kingdom was lovely in its own harsh, unforgiving way, but so far she did not see what set it apart from all the other lands.
And now, flooded by water after the unforgiving earthquake, she suppose she no longer has to worry about not seeing what her mother had seen in it.
Her millions of fragments reflect in the afternoon sun as they arc through the sapphire-blue sky in a series of fluid movements that eventually lands her on a lone island somewhere far to the west, further west than she had yet traveled. In a sparkling flurry her body begins to turn solid from the hooves up, until she is standing on the golden sands of the jungle island with the turquoise waters behind her. Her bright blue eyes scan her surroundings, and while the beach was pristine and inviting, it is not what draws her attention. Her steps instead take her further inland, and she begins to think the place is uninhabited until she comes across a lone stallion resting in a pool of water.
She is not a kelpie, but the smile that curls at the edge of her dark lips is sharp enough all the same.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” she drawls lazily in a way that implies she is not actually all that concerned with interrupting him at all, resting her shoulder against the rough bark of a tropical tree as she appraises him with an open stare. She wears her natural coloring—the brilliant blues and sea-greens of labradorite shot through with cracks of black—and in the heat of the island sun the frost that coats her skin hovers on the brink of melting. Much like her mother, she was born knowing she was beautiful, and it shows in the self-assured smile that never quite leaves her lips. “You look like you’re working awfully hard.”
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