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[Astarielle]

Mother had been sad on and off. Father had not returned in some time. Star did not dare ask what had happened even if she ached for answers. Instead she lurked, lingering, and learned to be quiet and listen. Even now when the black and white stallion had dropped in their home, smelling of someone else, she had watched him. Hildy and Crynn were off playing, or doing whatever it was they did when she wasn’t watching them. And so she was completely free, to wander closer.

So she does.

Then momma is there, speaking to the stranger and she has wandered close enough to hear Loessian, assumes he is from Loess. She blinks, having long ago shifted her white and orange coat into some greens and reds, oranges, browns. She mimicked the leaves of the trees, the grass on the ground as she slid closer. She was not invisible but she was less noticeable and she crouches, blending in almost perfectly with the leaves and brush of the grove of trees that she creeped up into, careful to stay out of both of their lines of sight.

The wind blows towards her, so she can catch both of their scents on the wind. She smiles a bit at momma’s familiar one, but the other one...he smells like Hildy and Cleave. Fire with a hint of brimstone. She narrows her eyes slightly and waits.


(Uhm, I'm sorry she's crashing this. She's basically just super quiet and hidden and nosy.)