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

[Astrophel]

Astrophel has found himself back in the meadow again, besides lingering here and there in Beqanna. It is the only place he knows—where they can hear his cries again. His desperation to return him. A part of him is hopeful that with every return they will hear him, they call home, and they will take him home. It is his only hope, his deepest desire to return to the celestial world. With every night that comes, he returned to the meadow, to the same spot where he was taken to join the celestial beings. Nothing happens though—the passing of days, months, and even years now are all the same. It does not change except for the diminishing hope is torn away from him every night. Astrophel wants to fiercely believe they are still up there, listening and watching over him. He cannot find out why he has been brought back here. He has searched too long—too many years he spent searching for his answer. And every time he has come back empty handed. It is the same tonight. Winter has deeply rooted itself this year into the meadow. The land is filled with a deep bank of snow and the night is cold. He waits every night to greet the stars above. Astrophel can feel them calling to him, especially on this cold winter clear night. Their essence beams with life and he cannot help but grasp at them, to pull their magic from them and closer to him. He doesn’t pull every single star to him, but only one at a time. It would be shameful to take them all for himself—to take the light out of the night sky almost felt like killing them all, destroying the beautiful they shined down onto this world. Tonight, there are a lot of stars to choose from, but he doesn’t hesitate to find one. It is always the first one that catches his eye. It shines the brightest tonight. Sparkling in a different way from all the rest. He connects with it instantly, feeling the essence that breaths through it. It is more precious than anything else in the world. Nothing compares to the life of a star, the magic that it gives to the dark night for all of them to see. He pulls gently, slowly, at first. The star flickers faintly as the bright essence of the star’s light twinkles down into a thin thread of sparkles from the night sky. It wraps around him instantly. Twirling and twisting around his legs, body, and neck. It warms his heart to feel it, to feel a small piece of the celestial world meant he could still be a part of it. Deep within, though, it pains him more than ever when he does this. He cannot imagine what it would be without his magic. It’s all he has left of his home—a home he knows he cannot give up on returning to.

@Ciri