[private] a falling star fell from your heart; ciri

[Astrophel]

The twinkling of her stars draws his blue curious gaze for a moment to them, watching with wonderment as the stars change from gold to a deep red hue. He is perplexed by the change of their color so quickly, unsure of why he feels the tiny agonizing of them. The stars were part of them, part of their celestial force, and he wonders why hers are so dark, why she is filled with such darkness.   Astrophel blinks, his wandering mind brought back immediately, as he feels a sharp pain. A pain he has never felt before, never sensed such darkness. It felt cold, and heartless—something that told him it was dangerous.   He looks back to the midnight mare, his frown still curved across his pale lips. The darkness is deep within her, the star magician senses, protected by something he is quite not sure what it is. It is well protected though, with dark magic and lightning that is hateful. Curiosity tells him to touch it, to try and pull the protected magical layer away from what is well guarded.   What is it? He thinks silently. The star magician wants to unravel the shadows and lightning, but he knows it would not be wise. The pain would only come from it, he knew, but he is bewildered by why it is locked within her, and why it is well protected.   Astrophel shakes away his thoughts, focusing back onto the midnight mare, as he feels the familiar connection to her once again, reminding him of where he was.   Interwinding the stars around her, the pale stallion hears a sigh of relief from her as she closes her eyes. He feels the connection of her stars, drawing him closer in, watching as they flicker to a paler hue of red. A smile curls on his lips, he continues to pull the stars around her, feeling as the anger and bitterness slip away. If it is only for a moment where he could comfort her, where he can remind her of the light in this world, he would do it again and again.   The midnight mare opens her eyes again, no longer swirling with the anger and bitterness he had seen only moments ago. He nods and smiles softly at her gratitude. She then falls back into the comfort of his celestial touch and lets the silence draw between them, letting her enjoy the moment of comfort for a little moment longer.   “You were one of them,” he says softly. Astrophel cannot hold back his curiosity, not when it has been so long since he has felt a connection with another star-touched. He wants to know more—to know who she is and her story.

@Ciri