And inside you're burning
with some secret yearing
He does not seem to mind her non-answer, though for those clever enough to dig beyond the surface, it is all the answer that is needed. Still she remains undecided about him, just as he seems to be about her. Similar in some respects, perhaps. As woman who makes no claim to immortal life, it had always been a fine line to walk, that razor edge between the thrill of danger and the true possibility of death.
Only her link to those stars scattered above have kept her alive this long. Only her ability read others as she does has allowed her the knowledge to recognize when she treads too deeply. Though, truth be told, perhaps at times she allows it to go just a bit too far. But then, she has always been an exceedingly lucky woman (or so she would have everyone believe. Better they believe her lucky than anything else).
The delicate tendrils of light trail down his damp skin once more before falling away into the rippling current of the river. His stark opinion draws her gaze not to him, but to the sky overhead. The velvet of night reaches far above, studded with the silvery light of the stars and glimmering with faint echoes of the universe. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she stares at that distant realm, pale eyes growing hazy, almost dreamy. “Yes,” she says softly, the word little more than a breathy exhale.
Stars belong in the sky. But for whatever cruel reason, fate had tethered her to this plane. And though she would love nothing more than to live amongst her beloved stars, it seems her dreams are ever to be denied.
For a long moment, she stares into the night, thoughts lost upon that brilliant ether. Then, as though recalling herself, she blinks several times before her gaze drops slowly back to the stallion still lingering in the water. There is a longing in her eyes that she does not bother to hide. “My name is Lirren,” she finally continues, introducing herself, seemingly unaware of the abrupt way in which she has changed the subject.
Lirren
@[Ivar]