Astana

[Astana]

ASTANA // LETS GO CHASING STARS THIS EVENING A gentle smile holds her face pale white gold face. She is thinking of silly things, girly things. Stories her mother and her father once told her. She thinks of the way the sun sued to glisten off the sand sending someone almost blindly stumbling around in the vicinity. Astana had loved to sit just beyond the Oasis, digging those small hooves in the sand, awaiting her twin sister to join her. Where they then would bother their father until he would appear, building his daughters the most magnificent sandcastle he could, encompassing anything their imaginations could harbor. Of course, Astana’s imagination could simply hold no bounds, she was a dreamer’s daughter after all. Astana had been wanted. Astana had been loved. But just like Erio, she had wandered off all the same. Because Astana is Astana and she never changes. She has enjoyed the forest, wandering around the common lands with her freedom and no other agenda aside from her own. To see the grass and the trees instead of endless mountains of dunes that shift with the desert winds that howl at night and cause Astana to huddle closer to her twin sister and her parents. She thinks in this moment perhaps she will travel the entire world! Traveling to the oceans and beyond. She dreams big. She hadn't been able to sleep and the forest offered some comfort in her nighttime wanderings. Diamond eyes spot a strange tree up ahead and her focus steadies in on the way it has grown, almost broken and gnarled. Astana, the girl of gold, wonders briefly. what happened to it when it was growing. Had there not been enough love and care. Had the sun not brought its warmth to make it as beautiful as the trees that surround it? She thinks it is sad, for just a moment, but her mind quickly deviates because something of far more interest sits beneath the tree as eyes glistening in the moonlight, trace their way down the browned trunk of the large plant. “Well, hello there,” she says to the creature, her innocence astounding. “I am Astana, you couldn't sleep either?” It is an assumption, that this creature would be the same as herself. She knows little beyond her own realm. “I like your tail, mine is kinda boring,” she says with a playful roll of her eyes as those that long banner streaming out behind her twitches slightly. The white gold girl with diamonds for eyes looks beautiful there, in the moonlight, with the stars. And had they both been an little older, this could have been a different meeting entirely. But, for now, they are both children who steal away in the night to met strangers with new tails and different tales. underground, the stars are legend

@[Erio]