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K amaria has some understanding of what it means to create. Her father shared his ability to craft and shape and perfect emotions, and her blood runs with the same magic. She doesn’t know of her star-gift, though, the one that will let her pull the starlight from the sky and twist it wherever she wants. But she’s beginning to develop her ability to pluck emotions from thin air (not even from the library housed within, like her father does, but pulled away from nothing), and this is the closest thing she relates with Anubias’s explanation.A rare, faint smile whispers across her pale face when the meadow shudders to match the iridescence and green of their bodies. The darkness had snatched the brightest colors from the world before she was born, so when Anubias makes them shift to life, Kamaria thinks it is the most brilliant, beautiful thing she has ever seen. She’s dazzled, and subsequently not annoyed anymore. For some reason she believes him, despite her natural inclination toward mistrust. When he suggests trying to wake up, Kamaria’s initial reaction is a strong no. Her face, with those pretty navy eyes and dumortierte stones freckling down toward her nose, remains relatively cool and composed even while she immediately denies the idea of waking up. This world is better than anything she could dream up, and it appeases to her wanderlust as if she’s been in a desert and here is the oasis with sweet, cold water. The starry girl rolls her shoulders casually, shaking away the rest of her frustration. “I’d like to stay, if that’s okay,” she says, and her eyes turn from the fantasy, unique landscape toward his green face. “I’m Kamaria. What kind of games do you play with your companion?” |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Anubias]