09-06-2017, 09:47 PM
Her panic quickly dissipates even though her heart continues to thunder in her chest. She sees now that there is no threat, cursing her foolishness. She knows that it’s to be expected but can’t help but feel ashamed nonetheless. The stars continue to float protectively about her and she gazes at them curiously, wondering what exactly they could do. It takes her a moment to see that the fiery mare is attempting to imitate her stars with her electricity. What kind of world had she come back to? Had it always been this way?
The mare speaks in a strange way and Ciri slowly swivels her ears forward from where they had been hiding beneath her tangled ebony tresses. Daughter of the Stars? How did she know... Her silvery orbs narrow on the feathered mane mare, swirling with confusion as she tries to make sense of what she is saying. She attempts to stand again, her forelegs bracing against the earth weakly before sinking quickly back to the ground, her barrel heaving with the strain of the pain.
The invitation to share her burden. Ciri hesitates, uncertain. It takes her a moment as she inhales deeply with her eyes closed, the scent of the Underneath, the eternal strange suffocating thickness. They snap open, the silver strands seeming to glow in the falling darkness. ”You were there…” Looking at her with wonder.
Another sound from behind her makes her lose focus, not seeing that her light has dimmed around her or noticing the stardust crumbling about her figure. Her gaze is filled with relief as the familiar face of Amet appears at her side, looking at her with concern. Nobody had ever worried about her before and the attention is awkward as much as it is pleasant. ”Amet” She breathes softly, reaching for him with her charcoal muzzle. ”I’m sorry…” She apologizes quickly, realizing that he must have heard her cry of terror. ”I was only startled….”
The mare speaks in a strange way and Ciri slowly swivels her ears forward from where they had been hiding beneath her tangled ebony tresses. Daughter of the Stars? How did she know... Her silvery orbs narrow on the feathered mane mare, swirling with confusion as she tries to make sense of what she is saying. She attempts to stand again, her forelegs bracing against the earth weakly before sinking quickly back to the ground, her barrel heaving with the strain of the pain.
The invitation to share her burden. Ciri hesitates, uncertain. It takes her a moment as she inhales deeply with her eyes closed, the scent of the Underneath, the eternal strange suffocating thickness. They snap open, the silver strands seeming to glow in the falling darkness. ”You were there…” Looking at her with wonder.
Another sound from behind her makes her lose focus, not seeing that her light has dimmed around her or noticing the stardust crumbling about her figure. Her gaze is filled with relief as the familiar face of Amet appears at her side, looking at her with concern. Nobody had ever worried about her before and the attention is awkward as much as it is pleasant. ”Amet” She breathes softly, reaching for him with her charcoal muzzle. ”I’m sorry…” She apologizes quickly, realizing that he must have heard her cry of terror. ”I was only startled….”
Ciri