She doesn't understand his joke, doesn't understand the connection between space and time, it is only the music of the stars that chimes softly insistent in her mind and heart. Shipka is not privy to the laws of the Universe, neither how they work nor how they break, and so though he amuses himself, the humor falls flat on her, and she only twists an ear back, uncertain. Her silence is awkward, but it is honest, the girl does not fake a smile or a laugh as her moon-grey eyes wash over the curious stallion. There is something familiar in his manner though, something that, if she took the time to consider it, might remind her of Islas, and something that might make her wonder if that is because they share a common past, or if is simply the nature of all who chase the night and the stars. They are all seekers, all dreamers, wandering the depths of the midnight sky with their yearning hearts.
He turns back to her, catching her study of him, and she quickly flicks her gaze back to his own as he confesses not knowing what the crack across the sky might mean. She shouldn't have expected him to know, but his voice had felt so confident as if he had seen everything there was to see and could explain the anomaly away as something mundane and simple. Something in her belly shivers as he speaks.
"I--" words fail her for a moment, how does he mean to poke at it? Her own magic cannot reach it no matter how far she stretches. "Is that such a good idea?"
Shipka regrets the question as soon as it leaves her mouth. It is almost certainly not a good idea, but the fear that stirs tremors in her heart also lights a strange fire in her.
"How would we even get there?"
He turns back to her, catching her study of him, and she quickly flicks her gaze back to his own as he confesses not knowing what the crack across the sky might mean. She shouldn't have expected him to know, but his voice had felt so confident as if he had seen everything there was to see and could explain the anomaly away as something mundane and simple. Something in her belly shivers as he speaks.
"I--" words fail her for a moment, how does he mean to poke at it? Her own magic cannot reach it no matter how far she stretches. "Is that such a good idea?"
Shipka regrets the question as soon as it leaves her mouth. It is almost certainly not a good idea, but the fear that stirs tremors in her heart also lights a strange fire in her.
"How would we even get there?"
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