Ciri
Stardust smears where her tears have left tracks, leaving streaks of luminescence beneath her eyes and along her cheeks. Despite the evidence of sadness, it’s a dazzling grin that greets the foreign male as he comes closer to her. The silver swirls of her iris’s bright and spiraling wildly in her joy, taking him in as he stops a respectable distance away from her. He looks like lightning, that’s the first thought that flashes in her mind. From his electric eyes to the dark blue sheen of his coat, to the clouds of feathers that rest along his sides. The way he glows. “You’re like a summer storm.” Her laughter is soft and unexpected, as light as the weight that’s lifted off her shoulders. It just comes out, still dizzy on the high of the stars and the clear nights that she had come to live for.
He speaks of the sun and she shakes her head gently, sending some of her new golden companions to twirl about her ears and dance along her backside. “This was what I was waiting for.” The smile is still bright on her dark face as untamed raven tresses fall back into place, the stars that hover around her illuminating every scar and story that she wears across her body. From the ravaged pink skin beneath her eye that marks her escape from the psychotic wolf shifter to each talon and claw mark that had broken through her flesh in the Underneath. At times she had been self conscious of them but in this moment they are forgotten. She’s never felt more comfortable in her own skin.
At the mention of her stars, she grins even bigger. “These friends are new.” She admits, gesturing with her muzzle to the little nuclear balls of gas and light that twinkle merrily around her. “This…” And now she pulls from her power, summoning the shield of stars that form a protective nebula around her. A mix of solid atmosphere where dust and gas combust and reform, a slight heat coming off from it. Nobody had ever gotten close enough to touch it and see if it could actually hurt but she had a theory that it would. “This was a part of me but in that darkness…” And as she drops the shield there’s a flicker of strain in the depths of her metallic gaze, not wanting to remember how terrible it had felt to be without it. “I can only do it when the night is clear and the stars are out.” Why she had waited anxiously for that first real night as everyone else celebrated the return of the sun.
She’s not sure why she’s revealing all this rather personal stuff to a complete stranger but everything just feels… Good. A sense of calm had settled over Beqanna and the fear that they had all carried leaves them more exposed in their relief. “What about you Lightning Boy?” She asks curiously and teasingly, pointedly looking to the glowing threads of gold that thread within his skin, peeking from scars and weaved within the short crop of his mane. "Have you always looked like a bolt from the blue?"
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Gale]