Ciri
The unavoidable question, the one they asked themselves every day. How to get back to where they had fallen from. That was the goal wasn’t it? She’s not sure anymore. There is always this insatiable hunger, to find her way back to her place in the heavens. It fights against the mortality in her, the need to feel things and survive in this body for as long as possible. She knows somewhere deep inside of her that she has to find her way back, that when this body fails she will rise back to where she belongs. Still, she resists. There’s something else that must keep her here, something else that brought her into this symphony of flesh and bone and blood. That’s what gnaws at her most of all. Not the how of becoming one with the sky again but the why. Why were they here to begin with?
It seems Islas is kept in the dark as much as she is. As disappointing as it is to still be left wondering to the purpose of their “why” it's also comforting to know that she’s not the only one without answers. Her swirling gaze watches the orbs of starlight spiral back up to their home, considering what the other had said while analyzing the details of her own life. “No.” She exhales softly, giving a slight shake of her scarred visage. “I don’t think my mother was even aware of what I was. She knew I was different but I didn’t even understand what I was till after the Underneath.” She thinks aloud, remembering the gentle white mare that she had been born to. Her sire was still a mystery to her, Soliel’s only words about the stallion was that he had been handsome and could prowl in the form of a dark cat. Even his name had been hidden until she had risen from the Underneath, learning the truth of what she was. She had dreamed about him once, Atrox, in the height of her fever. She’s still curious about the man, if perhaps he was the missing key to all this.
“Do you live here in the Meadow?” She finds herself asking, wondering how she could have missed her presence after roaming here for so long. This was the best spot for star gazing which was why she hadn’t minded being a nomad, her true home being the expansive stratosphere above them. She figures that’s why Islas may be here too. There’s much she wishes to learn about the mysterious moonlit mare and she can’t help but wonder if perhaps Islas had succeeded in her mortal life with far more grace than she had.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Islas]