07-28-2020, 06:47 PM
For a moment, he does not think that she will reply. He even fancies, for a brief fantastical second, that she can’t - as if she’s a manifestation of starlight here on earth and cannot interact even if she wanted to. Did this place have gods and goddesses?
He could believe it, watching her rearrange the sky as if she were shuffling stones in the sand. Thankfully, she replies before he can say or ask anything embarrassing (“are you a goddess” would certainly be an interesting first impression). Her words inspire a smile that is gentle like the glow around him, and he is thankful for that light tone that softens what he thinks might be cool indifference.
But she turns to him, dark eyes in a pale face, and Mesec thinks maybe he imagined the indifference. There is definitely something otherworldly about her, more noticeable with her focus on him.
“I’m Mesec.” His silver eyes shift from her to take in the suspended constellation, admiring them and trying to puzzle out if he can see what pattern she was creating (he can’t). “I’ve always favoured starlight over moonlight. The stars are consistent, but the moon always has her moods.” It’s natural, for him to call the moon ‘her’, and he doesn't pause to wonder whether this is a strange comment to make or completely ordinary.
It does not take long for him to turn his attention back to the starlit mare, though. The change in his focus not feeling so much snapping out of a daydream as just wading through it in a different direction. “Do you have a name, or are you like your constellations?” Although there’s a small grin, he’s not teasing her - his question genuine and curious. He had met those before that didn’t care for names, didn't think they were necessary or accurate, and occasionally the memory of them colours his interactions even after several years.
Mesec
@[Islas]