isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She has not been to any of the common lands in awhile, having chosen to remain tucked away in the sandstone canyons of Pangea. She did not crave companionship or any kind of socialization the way most did, and sometimes it would be months before she remembered that that wasn’t normal. That if she ever wanted to train herself to fit in better, she had to actually shed the solitude and venture out.
The meadow is drenched in sunlight, and though it is lovely, it is not her favorite. She looks up to the bright blue of the sky, and feels that familiar tug in her heart. The stars are up there, somewhere, drowned out by the sun. She wants to pull the starlight around her and hide behind it, but she can’t. Not in the daylight.
From the corner of a dark purple eye she sees him, and though it is a rare thing for her, her curiosity is piqued. He reminds her, very vaguely, of the alien creatures that the shadow queen kept in Pangea. Slimmer, almost skeletal-like, but still just a certain likeness that she couldn't place. She walks towards him, her stride purposeful and her strikingly white face one of a marble-like impassiveness. “Hello,” she says once she is close enough, but she does not ask him who he is, or what he is doing.
@[Velkan]