daedalus ---
It is not often that Daedalus wanders this earth during the day.
Perhaps he should be more appreciative of the sun being a creature built of space itself, but the comet-studded stallion has never adored the light of the sun like he adores the light of the moon and the stars. Dae understands the needed cycle of day to night—the perpetual and constant light to dark; and yet he often shirks the heat of the day, expressive eyes squinting ruefully toward the sky. The sun dappling light between shadow on the forest floor reminds him of the dotted stars within the night sky, so he sighs in quiet, perhaps joyful, defeat.
She is much more an image of joy when Daedalus spots her. Merely flitting glimpses of chestnut among the lush summertime growth, Dear reminds him of all the sweetest pieces of his childhood. He only blinks and breathes for a few seconds longer before deciding to step forward.
Her brilliant hello follows the clumsy snapping of a twig beneath Dae’s wide hoof. He curses to himself but can’t deny the handsome grin that begs to brighten his face. He approaches Dear in a friendly attempt to fully reveal himself.
“Hello,” Dae answers, voice rich with honey and chocolate.
“What’s your name?”
-----------we'll have our time when stars collide
@dear