Darkling has never cared much about power. To him, the world has always simply been. The understanding of his own power is lacking. Not because he does not know what he can do, but because he does not know it is unusual. To him, it is the most natural thing in the world. He had always assumed others must be as powerful, faulty as that assumption may be.
And this does nothing to change his mind on the matter. Though he does not find it unusual in that sense, he does find it vastly intriguing, for it is a far different kind magic than his own. His demands are fueled far more by misplaced curiosity and the wildness of youth than any true hunger for power.
Though, were he to realize such things, no doubt that hunger would rise. But, fortunately for those of his acquaintance, he had been born to decent parents. It is likely only their decency that has kept him from slipping down that dangerously ragged slope into true darkness. The kind there would be no redemption from.
When bright shafts of light begin to break abruptly through the trees, Darkling stiffens, head jerking up as he tugs the darkness even closer around him. It coalesces, bleeding across pale gold until he is encased entirely in thick, inky black. His eyes however, gleam with bright curiosity as he squints into the light. When the forest begins to melt away however, he whirls abruptly around, nostrils flaring wide, tail snapping with agitation as his eyes widen at the sight of the snow-covered mountain peaks that now meet his gaze. The wind drives a chill down his spine, the crunch of snow beneath their feet causing his ears to twitch atop his skull.
When the illusion disappears just as suddenly as it had come, he swings sharply back around, eyes pinning the young girl with wild delight. Her comment and subsequent question catch him by surprise, and he stares at her for a long moment, not having expected the opportunity to choose. Truthfully, he has seen little enough of the world that he isn’t entirely sure what there is to see.
After a short silence however, he abruptly utters, “The moon,” a trill of excitement in his voice. “I want to see the moon.”
you're burning up the sky, you're a constellation
I think that I could die for this revelation