The call of the evening goddess has never been something Astana could easily ignore. Her siren was sweet, resonating in her bones, in her soul. Those pale blue crystalline eyes look to the starry night sky with something akin to the way a child looks to its mother. As if it harbored all the answers in the world, for all of time. Astana had, from a young age, become a nocturnal being, too caught up in the starlight to truly leave it behind and trade for a peaceful slumber. Night is heartbreakingly fleeting, and Astana, for now, is utterly content to be with another creature of darkness and moonlight.
She is caught between some where with her breath caught in her lungs in utter surprise, and it being expelled from her body as she looks to these illusions with an avid fervor. The stars and snow mix together amongst each other like lovers embracing for the first time, feverish touches with a tender exterior. Her diamond eyes are looking every where at once, she does not want to miss anything, trying to catch everything she can and imprint this moment into her mind for forever.
And then it changes.
Astana does not know what she has done so far in her short life to have been blessed to meet a stranger such as him.
Diamond eyes carefully watch as the twirling galaxy of snow and stars she had just been watching suddenly changes and becomes something else entirely. Astana has only seen this in dreams, but she knows what it is before the image is even entirely created and she thinks her heart might burst. It lurches in her chest as if wanting to be as close to her greatest dream as it can be. She giggles, light and airy as a fish wanders right by her, so close, maybe she could tou—it dances away before she has a chance. Eyes are quickly caught by the jellyfish, a creature Astana has never seen nor dreamed of before. It moves in such a way as if she had never imagined, her own legs bob and rise as if trying to imitate its motions. “Is it real? Do these exist?” She asks in a hushed voice, as if she raised her voice anymore it may shatter the beauty she sees before her.
The wonders continue before her, an open sea. It is heavenly, her senses are all so busy with the sights, sounds, and smells. There is too much for her to experience and she is delightfully overwhelmed, her heart racing with exuberance within her petite golden breast.
She forgets then, that this is not real and that she is not alone and crystalline eyes look to the stranger that has given this to her with something like adoration. “You make such beautiful things,” she says and she wants to fall apart right there because the beauty of it all is so heart wrenchingly elegant. She knows nothing in real life will ever be this perfect.
The tear is halted in its path as the glowing—she doesn't think she just simply call him a stallion—she knows his name, but Astana finds herself thinking fondly and wistfully of the glowing stranger she had met. She will call him as such. Astana closes her eyes then, letting them fall beneath those long, innocent lashes of hers, as she rests her head against his shoulder, letting him bare the weight of her cranium. “But what—” she mumbles through relaxed lips, stopping, she breathes. “What if I need you forever?” She says. It is an odd thought, she does not know this man, he does not know her, but Astana knows he is a dreamer, like her, and, like the stars in the sky, she would not so easily let him go.
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