I painted your room at midnight; CASSI PONY

[Carinae]

carinae

“I’m a mirror,” she says, and a bit of an ache creeps into her voice. Would that she could will it – if so, she would always be draped in stars. She doesn’t mind the blue sky, the clouds, but they do not compare to her birthplace, wearing it in pale imitation on her coat. Alas, she is but a mirror, so instead she merely prays for clear nights and basks in it while she does.
He touches her, a moment of his muzzle in the hollow of her shoulder (she looks like the sky but she feels like any other horse, summer-smooth and warm). It’s nice and strange all at once, for she is not used to being touched, she is used to existing in a vacuum.

She smiles at his name – it’s odd, and she almost repeats it back but something silences her. Instead she looks at him a little more, trying to discern something (she isn’t sure what).
“Where are you from, Kyofu?” she asks, because she loves their origin stories, all so different from her own.

astra inclinant, non necessitant
(the stars incline, they do not compel)