06-13-2020, 10:48 PM
In order for Mesec to try to make a new home for himself in this land, he needed to actually interact with the horses he found. There was a comfort in isolating himself with his memories even though he knew that was no way to live. At least there was also comfort in the various hues he saw, in the wings and horns and antlers that adorned so many of these horses. Perhaps there were hidden poisons lurking but on the surface, Mesec saw something not very different than the land he had been raised in.
That familiarity helps with his homesickness but it does not erase it entirely. Part of him wonders if the fresh start he’s been craving is just a mid-life crisis that could have been waited out.
At least there is still a moon here.
He does not feel as conflicted when he looks at it anymore - the sting of his mother’s crimes has faded with the years and the weight of his own sins.
A soft silvery glow surrounds him - Mesec is a creature of the night but he’s not the only one.
When his gaze shifts, he thinks he can see some stars that have been pulled down from the sky - and they are being shuffled around, forming constellations. He frowns in concentration, watching them, and then looks around for someone who he can confirm what he is seeing. But that’s when he spots her.
Mesec is laced with moonlight but she is all starlight. Her attention is on the hovering stars and he quickly assumes she’s the one causing them to dance and not some unknown puppeteer.
For a moment he just observes but, fearing this is creepy of him, he approaches. His voice is sweet and smooth - and gentle enough on the breeze of the night that he hopes it will not startle her overly from her concentration. “Do you name them? The constellations that you make?”
Mesec
@[Islas]