stars in your multitudes, scarce to be counted. filling the darkness with order and light.
You are the sentinels. silent and sure. keeping watch in the night.

A wandering soul new to this realm was left ignorant to the unnatural changes, unaware that new lands were beginning to dot Helovia. As she stood at the entrance of the labyrinth she knew naught that destiny had a tragic, tragic tale for her to be part of. Only foolish entities stated that ignorance was bliss. When looking back on this fateful day she would curse her lack of knowledge and willingness to explore such a land when she knew something powerful, something magical, lurked within the enchanting maze.

Dark tendrils of shadows beckoned her forward. T'was a sin to give in to succulent temptations but the mare couldn't resist. A sinner she was as she followed the smoke. Like the cheeky will-o-wisps they guided her where they wanted her to go. At that moment she was nothing but a puppet who had fallen to the curse of curiosity.

It wasn't long before she stumbled upon a scene that made a soft gasp escape her mouth. Eyes grew wide and with awe as they caught sight of a beautiful mare. With a coat like the night, Nuray immediately dipped her head in respect. The mare reminded her of her beloved moon and the stars of the night sky. With such a power that surrounded her.. Would it be too quick to assume that she was a goddess? She heard some talk of the rulers of this world. To be blessed with such a presence. Her celestial features were pale in comparison to the powerful being before her. She dipped her head low instinctively and curtsied.

As always the constellations had guided her step and, for her obedience, awarded her with the gift of meeting the one who crafted these very stars. Or so she assumed. Perhaps she was simply starstruck by the hybrid's appearance. Yet it felt so right - that word in her mind. Goddess. "An honor to be blessed by such a presence."

A golden gaze swept over the gathered equines. To say she was surprised would be an understatement. Lurking in the shadows, away from the crowds, she could feel the tension in the air. Mortals were glaring at the graceful mare with such intensity. Had she been incorrect or were these mortals jealous? How peculiar and strange. Where she come from they respected those whose magical presence was undeniable, whom had reached a status of amazing heights. She couldn't help but feel disgusted as she looked around.

It wasn't just this. There were much more oddities to focus on. Horses of such strange coloring were walking around like confused newborns fresh out of their mother's womb. And what in the heavens were these boils, this illness that haunted some of these horses. Questions surged. Nuray wasn't sure what to make of this. Any of this. So instead she stayed silent and away from these unknown sights, content in basking in the moon's glory whilst keeping an ear on the conversations that surrounded her.

"Talk?"