[open] back to your roots; any

[Astrophel]

Astrophel blushed hotly, glancing away from her for a moment, as she exclaimed with excitement about his name. He thought nothing of his name before. It was a simple name—something about the stars, something about loving them his mother had told him once. Now, it was more than that. Someone. No! Not just anyone! But her! The flower mare thought his name was beautiful! The cremello stallion tries to conceal his red-hot cheeks from her, but he definitely is lightly up like the sun itself in the middle of winter. It feels a bit hotter than normal, but Astrophel shakes it off quietly. He can’t make a fool of himself just yet. Not now. Please no! He pleads to himself silently. “Thank you,” he finally musters as what feels like hours and hours for him to gather his words. It only had been a few seconds. The smile from earlier still is wide as it can be. His cheeks are beginning to hurt but it’s not the bad kind of hurt. The kind of hurt where you been smiling and laughing to point where it hurts. It was painful to not also blurt out so many questions that were buzzing around him. Astrophel might be shy and sometimes awkwardly quiet, but he definitely didn’t wish to make a fool of himself! He isn’t quite sure what to say next. Almost being too choosy with what he says. Looking for the right question to ask and the right words to use. Isilya speaks again. He gasps very quietly at hearing her voice. A thankful look shimmers across his features in a blink of an eye. His ears flicker curiously, the right one twitches to the side and then back in her direction. A sympathetic expression fills his softly outlined features. He can relate to the same feelings about being lost. It was everything he was feeling before (and sometimes still those same feelings). “It is different by a lot,” he says in agreement. Astrophel’s blue eyes follow her own gaze towards the other dotted horses that occupy the meadow. His gaze lingers on the groups of other horses a moment longer than Isilya’s does. Astrophel had spent hours and hours watching others come and go from the meadow. He watched to learn. Well, to relearn how to be like them again. How to walk the walk and talk the talk. It had somewhat success, but it still felt foreign to him. He turns his blue gaze back to Isilya who has the brightest smile ever on her lips. The star boy smiles quickly back at her. He can feel his cheeks burning as they turn bright red again. “I’m glad I could help you feel a bit more comfortable,” he says with a tilt of his head as his smile grows wide once more despite how much his cheeks ache from the blushing and smiling. “What do you remember about Beqanna before you left?” He asks with curiosity.

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@[Isilya]