01-03-2026, 06:55 PM
For a brief moment, Starros genuinely thinks she is part of a dream. That he has fallen asleep. He knows she cannot be one of his light creations — he could never craft such a brilliant gold even in bright sunlight — but that she could be from beyond the real world absolutely seems plausible. His daydreaming stops abruptly, the ghostly deer disappearing into wisps of light as his concentration breaks.
A dream feels so much more plausible than someone approaching him while he had been berating himself over not being social enough. And more plausible than someone just existing with golden stardust falling from their wings and a perfect kalediscope of colours on their body.
She compares him to the sky, and instead of doing something normal like saying thank you Starros quietly says "I've never seen anything like you." He hears how reverant and earnestly he says this and his sky blue eyes widen a little in embarassment and he fights the desire to laugh at himself. It sounds like a line, something that could be easily said from someone a lot smoother than him, but he genuinely means it. There's something celestial about her appearance but no single sky he has never seen could match what her coat looks like or the way the gold shines in contrast. It's more like all the lovely pieces of day, twilight, and night were mixed together.
These stay inside thoughts. Attempting to poetically describe someone else may come across as sounding like he wants to wear her skin and Starros definitely, definitely, isn't like that.
So though he doesn't laugh, there's a glimmer of a self-deprecating smile that lingers — wondering if he just completely ruined his first impression. "I'm Starros." And now his smile eases into something warmer. Because of course his name matches the sky as well.
A dream feels so much more plausible than someone approaching him while he had been berating himself over not being social enough. And more plausible than someone just existing with golden stardust falling from their wings and a perfect kalediscope of colours on their body.
She compares him to the sky, and instead of doing something normal like saying thank you Starros quietly says "I've never seen anything like you." He hears how reverant and earnestly he says this and his sky blue eyes widen a little in embarassment and he fights the desire to laugh at himself. It sounds like a line, something that could be easily said from someone a lot smoother than him, but he genuinely means it. There's something celestial about her appearance but no single sky he has never seen could match what her coat looks like or the way the gold shines in contrast. It's more like all the lovely pieces of day, twilight, and night were mixed together.
These stay inside thoughts. Attempting to poetically describe someone else may come across as sounding like he wants to wear her skin and Starros definitely, definitely, isn't like that.
So though he doesn't laugh, there's a glimmer of a self-deprecating smile that lingers — wondering if he just completely ruined his first impression. "I'm Starros." And now his smile eases into something warmer. Because of course his name matches the sky as well.
@Empyreal