Ciri
Once she had known this forest like the back of her hand. Now it's foreign to her, muted rustling of ferns and limbs, whispers that make her skin crawl, divots and and twisted roots that threaten to sprain a fetlock. And that never-ending darkness that seems even more oppressive here then it had been in Hyaline. She’s still trying to work out a plan, trying to figure out what she wants to do now. The only obvious answer is seeking out a way to get her missing stars back. Beqanna is more dangerous than ever and she feels the absence of her star aura as a pressing weight within her, one that spreads larger every day. It’s been a part of her for so long that she had never thought it could one day just disappear. What’s more troubling is the lack of stars in the sky itself. Even before she had even known about her power, she had always at least had her connection with the stars above, could at least see them and be soothed by the things they infiltrated in her dreams. Now all was silent. Now her dreams only consisted of her past failures and domination of the eclipse, that blackness seeming too seep into everyone and everything. Obviously it’s connected, the way the sun refuses to rise, the way the night is smudged with unnatural dark clouds, the lack of light in general. What she can’t figure out is how to fix it, what she can even do about it.
In her thoughts, she doesn’t hear the muffled hoofbeats that approach fast and furious on her right side. She’s caught off guard when something collides into her and she’s sent spinning into the hard rough bark of a tree nearby. Her reaction is pure instinct, a sharp whinny of warning as her teeth snap and lobes pin back, whirling to face whatever it is that attacked her. And stopping short with wide silvery swirling eyes as she takes in the faint lilac hue. As she sees the stars. ”How…” They aren’t her own, she knows how her aura works and how the stars move around her body. She can’t look away from them, the way they hover around the one that assaulted her but she doesn’t even see her. It’s been so long since she had seen her beloved friends, her connection to something that was part of her and more then her, and she drinks them in longingly before finally forcing herself to look at the one that had what she had been desperately looking for. ”How do you have yours and I can’t pull mine?” Unable to keep a hint of an accusatory tone from her voice as she asks flatly, finally assessing the mare before her with the cool silvery swirls of her stare. There’s an ache to her ribcage where she had slammed into both tree and horse but it’s nothing compared to the pain of wanting what has been taken from her and having it dangling right before her nose.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[basilica]
(I know they mutated but figured I'd catch them before they do =D )