The summer night is a thin one; even though the last of the sun’s fingers have only just relinquished their grip on the horizon, the skies in the east look strangely expectant. Still, the stars cling on to their territory, looking forward to that change in the light that must come soon, to longer, deeper autumn nights. The field is quiet aside from the soft lisping of the breeze on the grass. Perhaps its inhabitants are sleeping, or speaking in soft hushes under the night sky’s watchful gaze.
Into this tranquillity falls one drop; the hollow hoof-sound on the dry sod of the earth. Four hooves that have once again come into contact with the lands of Beqanna. Slim white-silver legs stretch upwards to the willowy body and swan-arch neck of the mare wreathed in starlight, with tingling wings of light that slowly dissipate now they are no longer required.
Mystere looks over this uncanny place. Strange, yet familiar. The stars have brought her back from her long travels. Beqanna’s night-sky constellations called her, and as she always will, she answered. She exhales softly into the midsummer night.
* Our child dearest child with us once again wait with us *
The starlette’s head tilts as she listens to the voices of her parents, her guardians and lovers, drawing their light around her in tendril-caresses that bounce off her pearly coat, crystallise in her milky silver eyes.
She waits.
Mystere
Eternal Star Child