can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars,
I could really use a wish right now;
She had made it back to Tephra, but not unscathed. The symptoms of the plague had settled in her veins after her adventure to the playground, but she had not realized it until she had made it back home. Her mother was devastated, and that was enough to convince the filly to never venture out of a safeland again. She couldn’t bear the sight of how guilty her mother felt; constantly blaming herself, fretting over whether or not her father would be angry at her for not keeping better track (”As if I needed another mistake to add to the list,” Ryatah had muttered as she cradled her fever-warm daughter against her side). It wasn’t meant to make her feel bad, and yet, she did.
The holiday party was the perfect escape. Island Resort was safe, her mother had said, and with the aid of the twilight bridge, she didn’t even have to swim anywhere. With the pale white mare alongside of her, the small jade-colored filly prances excitedly across the bridge, the effects of the plague hardly dulling her sweet laugh that bubbled from her throat as she marveled at the wonder of it all. ”There’s snow everywhere, mama, and there’s lights floating. They look like stars, but I think I could touch them.” She was used to describing everything that she saw to Ryatah, and she was always met with an appreciative tug of her ever growing mane. Even though her bones ached, and her eyes were glossy with fever, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.
For a moment, Evenstar simply stops, staring out in wide-eyed amazement at the beauty of it. It reminded her of Icicle Isle, a little bit – and she cannot help but to wonder if Gilt was here – but it was somehow softer, more enchanting. Following a glowing orb of light as it floats across the expanse, she finds her gaze soon falling upon a familiar face; the ethereally white boy from the playground. With a touch to Ryatah’s shoulder to signal that she was leaving her side, she begins to make her way towards him. She ducks her head as she gets closer, her usual shyness overcoming her, though she sneaks a small glance up to him as she says softly, ”Hi Aegean. I didn’t know you would be here.” Her soulful brown eyes finally level with his, a slow smile spreading across her emerald lips. He was almost as bright as the snow that surrounded him, and she wonders if he knows how lovely he looks against it.
@[aegean]