It is not often that the stargazer finds herself in Tephra. She tends to keep to the north, where the stars are seen the clearest from the highest mountain peaks, but there are times when she feels as if the west calls to her. Almost as if the sun itself (a star in its own way) begs for her reprieve, to watch it set most beautifully across the western sea, where the outcroppings of Islandres and Ischia just barely lay on the horizon.
Starlight, though she would never admit it, finds it hard to walk leisurely through the volcanic land. Her father, if he even knew of her existence, was an enigma; a shadow that she had only heard about and rarely seen, her indigo colored eyes never resting upon him for more than a few minutes at a time. She is not hidden by any means by her mother, but there is a resonance within her that lets her know she had not been planned - by them at least.
The girl looks to the stars though they hide in the brightness of the daytime sun - they had a plan for her, and that was enough for the auburn girl that is laced with the soft blue glow of starlight on her legs and in her mane and tail, and along with the tips of her deep navy wings. Had she known her grandfather, she would realize she is nearly the spitting image of the once King, decades ago.
But how she is only a stranger, a wanderer born of a now-King, nameless amongst the many that find Tephra their home.
When Starlight maneuvers her way through the thick jungle and towards the openness of the sea, she cannot help but find that her eyes are drawn nearly immediately to the two that stand along the shoreline. One dabbles in the sea, while the other seems to look dutifully upon her, reserved and stoic just out of reach of the sea’s playful waves.
A nomad she may be, but she had yet to find it in her to simply avoid meeting others.
The glowing girl (barely noticeable in the brightness of the morning sun) makes her way closer to the duo, careful not to intrude on their private conversation but also turning her dark eyes towards them hopefully. Starlight has just caught the last part of his sentence, her navy-tipped ears flicking forward gently. There is silence then and a soft wrinkling of the subtle glowing blue of her muzzle. “I’d like to go,” she murmurs softly into the sea wind when she realizes that the other might not answer right away.
“If you don’t mind a third,” she smiles at them both, a bit sheepishly, feeling a bit nervous without the steady light of her companion beneath her mane, who resides somewhere in the sky above them, invisible but watching. At least at night, she felt more at peace; less naked and more at ease, with the silver light of the stars to wrap around her and the gentle warmth of her star. But she was determined to meet others, so she inhales deeply so that she may wear the same brave face she does during the night. “I’m Starlight.”
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@[sorren and splendora]