when all those shadows almost killed your light, gilt

[Evenstar]

can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now;

When he swivels his unique head to sharply stare at her, she feels as though she is being scolded. Timidly, she withdraws a step, shrinking back inside herself and diverting her eyes towards the ground for a moment. There is an apology that turns to ash on her tongue, not able to utter it aloud, and she thinks that maybe he wouldn’t care for it anyway. But even still, she does not leave, watching him curiously as he counts his treasure of bones, and she tries to not imagine how cute those bones had probably been when they were covered in fur. She liked chasing the woodland creatures too – but as a harmless game. Despite being so young, she can see that he is not like her; she remembers her mother explaining that the coyotes, foxes, and wolves had to eat, too, and she thinks he must be the same.

It doesn’t occur to her that he could maybe collect her bones the way he has these ones.

She does not mind the silence that stretches between them, observing him quietly as he scowls at her from his position on the ground, clearly protecting what was his. She doesn’t know how to tell him that she doesn’t want to take them away from him. Clearing her throat a little, her soft voice interrupts the air between them as she offers in her sweet, lilting tones, ”I’m Evenstar." Her eyes rove across his frame, his reptilian head and dragon wings, the scales and the shimmering gold. She was so plain compared to him, even with her jade-green coat and stark white mane and tail. It made her self-conscious, but she was so enthralled by him that she can’t bring herself to leave.

Wavering in the cold light, she blinks in surprise as a bone is tossed in her direction. She stares down at it in confusion, but she is careful to not let it show on her face. ”Oh,” Her small head lowers, cautiously nudging it with her tiny nose, before offering him a bright smile. ”It’s lovely. Thank you.” Is she suppose to chew on it the way he is? She doesn’t really want to do that, but she brushes her lips over it briefly in what she hopes is a show of appreciation. But her eyes are still on him, struggling to read the situation, one because she is so young, but also because the signals he is sending don’t make any sense. He seems irritated by her presence but he also shared his clearly coveted stash, so she supposes it’s alright to stay. ”What’s your name?”

I'm praying that this stairway leads somewhere like Heaven's door,
and when you get there don't look down

evenstar

@[Gilt]