There was a star.
—Wasn't per se a bright star, but somehow it was still the one she kept finding with her eyes. It moved... Or maybe it didn't, but it felt like it moved as if predicting a path that wasn't there yet — could not be seen, only felt. A lantern in the sky, lighting up what she had no knowledge of.... Or at least not yet.
She blinked, white eyelashes fluttering in the night. The dry sand of the Throat started to form clouds of dust as Maren started to push through the orange and blue nightly desert, started to follow something that was more dreamlike than any reality. She did it in a prance, strangely delighted by her own sudden nighttime wandering — but in only half a sensible way.
So a star: Yet, seemingly essential (in one way or another). Even while it was surrounded by legions of other little white, shimmering dots, in her eyes only sparkled this one as it reflected silver in her gold. Maren got into her boat to get across the gap that consisted out of a black sea (a silent sea, only whispering). And then it fell (the star) down to the horizon that met with the ocean in the east. It fell strange; made her feel strange, too. So she kept following, corrupting the whispers of the water with the sighs of the boat as she peddled the vessel onward.
At some point she got out, because the water had gotten too shallow and her boat had come to a rest in the silty embrace of the mirrors rear. The striped mare wandered further into the nighttime reflecting world. Stepping on her own steps and with senses strangely lost to the echo of the night. The only sense she still had was the one that — even through the empty echoes of a memory of light in the darkness — told her she didn’t feel alone.
~does the random-see- meet-up dance~
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image credits
@Isopia,
@Ashamin, (if you can find the time <3)
@Alune (if you want! <3)
Open, but not to much interference requested c:
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