[open] *O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return!*

[Mystere]

With a wrench that pulls at her heart, she turns from the stars to once again look at (but also slightly through) Orion.  She wonders why he is here. What is his purpose? Because for Mystere, everyone has a purpose, ordained by the stars.
She cocks her head slightly, one delicate curved ear flitting back and forth, as if to encourage the soft tinkling voices she listens to.
For now, nothing.

‘Orion. Tell me what you seek, what is written in your stars?’

With the words hanging between them, silver and platinum notes, Mystere fidgets; shifting her weight from one back leg to the other, her tail swishing at her flanks. The starlight hangs around her still, in a soft speckled cloud that ripples back and forth, tentatively reaching out to the stallion. As if prompted by the starlight, Mystere tries to engage in conventional conversation.

‘I do not know what they have in store for me. Many years ago it seemed so clear, but now I must wait.’

*Mystere*

Eternal Star Child

@[Orion's Belt]