Ciri
Perhaps he is too bold in the way he closes the distance between them. Perhaps she is being too reckless, allowing him to do so. Letting her physical guard down so to speak. There is nothing about the lighting stallion that comes off as a threat, he seems far from a monster. And the way he inspects her stars and shield with utter fascination makes her heart warm slightly. It had been a very long time since she had shared her gift with anyone. He calls her gift remarkable and she can only grin stupidly back at him before shifting her own gaze back to the ones that hover permanently above her head. “They are remarkable aren’t they?” She whispers softly, a tone filled with love and admiration, the glimmer of each little ball of gas dancing in the swirling silver of her eyes, dark lashes laced with stardust that she blinks away gently.
She doesn’t know this stallion, doesn’t know him at all. And yet somehow they’ve fallen into the ease of conversation and companionship as if they had known each other for decades. Somewhere she knows she’s being too audacious, gracing him with nicknames and a familiarity that should be foreign to her. The strangeness of this isn’t lost on her but it’s not as alarming as it perhaps should be. The stars that flicker around her, that somehow make up the threads of her, have lived lifetimes and seen everything that could ever be seen. Maybe it’s the stars that recognize Gale, that have known him before and will know him again. The stars that greet him like an old friend.
The attention on her celestial comrades reverts to himself and she follows his gestures along his body, lingering on the parts that stand out. The scar on his chest is easy to recognize, the story of a battle that she can understand. She carries many of those chapters herself. The red V is intriguing but not as much as the pale limb that she had missed before. Of course she is curious, to what they all mean. What they represented. There is a pain that still lingers in the long healed over wounds she wears and for that reason she doesn’t pry into his. However, he has no such qualms.
For a moment her eyes fade, dark with memories she had a hard time forgetting. Her smile lingers but seems slightly strained before she gives a soft sigh. Releasing tension, preparing to be honest. There was no reason not to be, not with him for some reason. “ A siren.” She responds softly, a ghost of a smile back on her lips as she looks down at her shoulder. Remembering. “Most of these are from my time in the Underneath.” Hesitating only for a second before she tells him a condensed story of what the Underneath was. The alternate dark version of Beqanna that roamed with monsters far worse than some of the ones that had lurked during the eclipse. She speaks of the Leshen of the woods hunting her, the strange night vision that took over her sight, the attack of ravens, the ghostly version of herself as a child that lured her onto a glassy solid lake. And how the lake fell out beneath her hooves as the siren tried to claim her as its prey. How her light had saved her, the light of the stars as her power finally awakened inside her. She finally falls silently when she tells him about waking up on the lake of Hyaline, back in the right side of the universe. Not able to continue past that, to where the raw pain of Amet and their life together still ran deep.
She’s not sure why it all comes out. It had been a story that she had locked deep into her soul and one she hadn’t told in a long time. However in the telling of it, there’s a slow release of a tightly wound string that loosens around her chest. Some of the details she had never even told Amet, even though he was the one that had painstakingly put her back together when she had washed up on his shores. It had been too fresh then, too real. Now though, now time had played its part. “ I’m sorry,” she laughs lightly, gracing him with an apologetic grin. “I didn’t mean to chatter like that, I must be boring you.”
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Gale]