isn't it lovely all alone, heart made of glass, my mind of stone
She is confused at his excitement, and it causes her to take a step back. Much of her interactions have been limited to her mother and her sister, and she didn’t know how to react when someone else was so eager about something. But she does not shy completely away, and she regains her composure as she studies him a bit more closely. That strange feeling that lived inside of her heart, the one that felt like something trying to claw its way to the surface, was seemingly drawn to him. The magnetic pull still didn’t make anymore so sense to her, and if anything, it had her raising her guard instead of lowering it.
“Take you back?” She echoes his exclamation in her soft voice, the confusion that laced her words also reflecting in her eyes. She stares at him for a long moment, before casting her gaze upwards, to the stars, and then back to him. “I don’t...I don’t know how to get to the stars.” She knows she should sound more apologetic than she does, but she cannot bring the emotion into her words. Instead they are spoken in the same detached, almost hollow tone as before, and the lines of her lovely face remain sharp and angled. Empathy has always been hard for her to come by.
“I feel connected to them, though. I can do this,” she says quietly, and she looks again to the sky above. With hardly a tilt of her head, the starlight begins to gather together in ribbon-like streams, twisting and twirling and spinning until she had formed several floating orbs. Guiding them with her eyes alone, she lowers them until they are floating in between the two of them, bobbing as though they were adrift on the ocean. “I’m not sure why. My mother and my sister can’t do it,” she continues, her eyes once more settling on the stallion’s face. “My mother says it’s just left-over magic from my father, but I don’t know.”
@[Astrophel]