04-29-2023, 03:13 PM
Despite the recent upheaval and general unrest, she managed to find herself feeling undeniably bored.
The land was tossed into chaos, but not the particular brand of chaos she preferred. Everyone around her was in a constant state of turmoil; the seas rose and then fell, taking lands along with it and relinquishing its hold on others; it made existing feel exhausting, leaving little room for much else. They were simply trying to get by, and for once Stargaze left them all to their own devices, taking to solitude and rarely leaving it.
But today that solitude is interrupted, and not at all quietly or gracefully. The sound of someone landing nearby—based on the force of the thud she assumes it’s a horse—causes her nerves to bristle just slightly, an irritated sigh blowing through her lips. She swings her head to pin the intruder with a sharp stare, only to see an equally irritated face gazing back at her, and all at once her frigidity melts into a delighted smile once she recognizes him.
“It’s me,” she echoes him, but in a voice far more jubilant than his own coarse greeting. If she was at all deterred by his surly attitude it does not register on her face. It is not so much that she has nerves of steel, or that she thought herself incapable of having her feelings bruised—she just knows that if he really aggravated her she could shatter him to pieces and be on her way before he had the chance to regenerate.
That is of course not a part of her plan; she is not quite so easily riled the way her mother could be. Starsin did not have the patience for anyone’s mood besides her own, meanwhile Stargaze had been born with an almost grating ability to ignore everything and everyone, just as she chooses to ignore the silver stallion’s thunderous stare and step closer all the same.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ashhal,” she says, purposely letting the word pleasure roll off her tongue with a lilting purr and ending the greeting with an amused, knife-sharp smile. She wears her usual coloring today—vibrant blue-green shot through with black, illuminated by her glowing dapples, and glistening with frost—but she is not sure how long that will last; he had seemed to really hate it last time she changed colors, and he was clearly in too good of a mood already and needed it to be dimmed a little. “I see you are just as jovial as the last time I saw you. Your happiness is as bright and contagious as a plague.”
The land was tossed into chaos, but not the particular brand of chaos she preferred. Everyone around her was in a constant state of turmoil; the seas rose and then fell, taking lands along with it and relinquishing its hold on others; it made existing feel exhausting, leaving little room for much else. They were simply trying to get by, and for once Stargaze left them all to their own devices, taking to solitude and rarely leaving it.
But today that solitude is interrupted, and not at all quietly or gracefully. The sound of someone landing nearby—based on the force of the thud she assumes it’s a horse—causes her nerves to bristle just slightly, an irritated sigh blowing through her lips. She swings her head to pin the intruder with a sharp stare, only to see an equally irritated face gazing back at her, and all at once her frigidity melts into a delighted smile once she recognizes him.
“It’s me,” she echoes him, but in a voice far more jubilant than his own coarse greeting. If she was at all deterred by his surly attitude it does not register on her face. It is not so much that she has nerves of steel, or that she thought herself incapable of having her feelings bruised—she just knows that if he really aggravated her she could shatter him to pieces and be on her way before he had the chance to regenerate.
That is of course not a part of her plan; she is not quite so easily riled the way her mother could be. Starsin did not have the patience for anyone’s mood besides her own, meanwhile Stargaze had been born with an almost grating ability to ignore everything and everyone, just as she chooses to ignore the silver stallion’s thunderous stare and step closer all the same.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Ashhal,” she says, purposely letting the word pleasure roll off her tongue with a lilting purr and ending the greeting with an amused, knife-sharp smile. She wears her usual coloring today—vibrant blue-green shot through with black, illuminated by her glowing dapples, and glistening with frost—but she is not sure how long that will last; he had seemed to really hate it last time she changed colors, and he was clearly in too good of a mood already and needed it to be dimmed a little. “I see you are just as jovial as the last time I saw you. Your happiness is as bright and contagious as a plague.”
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