09-29-2015, 01:00 PM
The girl is a window... her body a looking glass through which you see the sky as it expands from horizon to horizon; endless. She stands, but she is never still. Her heart beats, her vessels thrum, and her sky moves. Astarte’s earth eyes, as rich as soil, drift between the mare and sky until they rise no more but settle and watch the lazy drift of white cotton clouds as they pass across hip, flank and shoulder. The bone girl would think she had seen it all, but she knows better in these twisted worlds to think she has seen the most unique horses the cosmos could birth.
Was there any limit to the vastness of power?
There are similarities between the girls despite Astarte’s coat being a limp bone white compared to the celestial girl’s effervescent skin. Their souls are too heavy; one pulled down by gravity and the other by the vast enduring expanse of eternity.
The girl of bone and dust had followed Carinae like an ethereal shadow, too shameless to care how she would be perceived. When finally her eyes were sated, she drifted closer her limbs hissing through the long grass like the tide washing upon the shore.
”A curious trick.” She murmurs as she steps closer, her body relishing the warmth of the sky girl. A curious sensation it was for Carinae’s body foretold of chilly skies not hazy summer sun… Like a child, enraptured and so greedy in her curiosity, Astarte’s reached forwards. Ashen lips, as dark as moody skies, stopped with just enough space that her whispers trailed across the Sky Girl’s skin, like fingertips over fragile silk. There was only warm equine musk and other scents of earth and vegetation... nothing like the cool sigh of flowing air or condensation. Pulling back Astarte sighed, her breath a silvery plume in the frigid air. She was almost disappointed, but foolish she was to have wished for any more from this girl’s skin.
Gazing at the Sky Girl from beneath heavy lidded lashes, the Bone Girl’s whisper was nearly lost by the winds. “Your soul is too heavy for your body.” With those words Astarte’s earthen gaze, drifted from Carinae’s listless eyes to her sky blue torso. She knows that ache.