isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She watches him, silently, from beneath the bare-boned limbs of the tree that half-sheltered her. For whatever reason, she was becoming skilled in the art of picking out those that possessed some sort of celestial connection. It was easier to feel that intense attachment, since she had nothing else to interfere with it. Hollow and void and empty, mechanic in everything she did and said, anytime the star that remained trapped inside the chambers of her heart tried calling out to anyone it thought it could relate to, it was like being drawn by a magnet.
It should be reassuring, to find those she had some sort of connection with, but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it. If she could so stir up an emotion, she thinks she would be irritated at not having such a connection with her mother, or her sister, or at least anyone that meant anything to her at all. Not random strangers that she passed in the meadow. But whatever chagrin she may have felt at such a thought does not manage to express itself on her face. She just watches him, still and silent, with eyes such a dark purple they almost appeared black.
Above her, the winter sky was clear and dark, with the stars bright and glittering as they surrounded a crescent moon. Carefully, she gathers starlight into several threads, letting it lace and twist around each other as she pulls it down towards the earth. Fingers of starlight brush across the top of the young stallion’s neck, toying with the strands of his mane. They beckon him to turn his head, where he would see the faintly glowing girl that was slowly but deliberately approaching him.
@[Ten]