The star girl came from nowhere. Well, no where in particular. She was born in a field, welcomed to the world by a swollen moon, a swarm of fireflies, and a mother with eyes like golden sunshine. Her surroundings were always changing as she aged, traveling constantly with two brothers she was inseparable from and her parents - a mother who wanted to give her the world, and a father who wanted her to conquer it. It wasn't a warm and fuzzy childhood, but instead one filled with battle and anger, teachings of hate and violence, trimmed with small lessons from a mother who would steal her starry child away to teach her about the softness that still survived in the world around her.   She never stopped moving, and though she and her brothers always believed they were moving forward, they truly had been running from her father's demons. Even after her father's death and brothers' likely demise, Ki'irha had continued running, not stopping until she had arrived within the threshold of Helovia. Even then, she still felt scattered, afraid to plant roots, unsure how to remain stationary without becoming sedentary.

Always running. Always running.

Her breath left her in a frozen whisper, rising from flared nostrils as the starry princess descended the rocky outcropping leading down from her cave. It was premiere real estate - tucked away behind several pines, but with space between the boughs and trunks to see the lake. She had been standing in the mouth of her cave for some time now, watching the shadows grow shorter as the morning sun climbed past the mountains, dyeing the sky pastel shades. It was serene. The beauty of the Basin was one of the things that helped keep her anchored, and convinced her to belong and stay put instead of continuing the life of an outcast. The Basin also provided provided the allure of home, and those who lived here she treated as family. Despite its vicious cold and harsh climate, a certain warmth came to the blue girl as she experienced something stolen from her by a set of vagabond parents. And, subconsciously, the lack of those with wings or without horns catered to a certain nostalgia imprinted on her before she could speak in coherent sentences.

But even that was changing. A pegasus girl had infiltrated their crowned ranks. Lost to her was the fact that the non-unicorn was a blessing, as the fact that tolerance had begun to sink into the bitter hearts of the northern dwellers showed progressive thinking at its finest. But it didn't calm the dissatisfaction that curdled in her heart. She needed to get over it, but today was not that day.

As she reached the foot of her precipice, long legs opened into a graceful stride, cloven onyx taking her along the jagged rim of the icy lake. She moved gracefully across the scenery, midnight pelt brushed with the soft glow of morning light. Her morning jaunts were typically spent in solitude, but it appeared as though she was not the only one who greeted the dawn upon its arrival on this particular day.

Her pace was leisurely, though her composure shifted as she adjusted her stature from morning jog to meeting with a king. A trio stood beside the water, sharing cordial salutations. The pegasus newcomer seemed to be making herself comfortable, and a chill rang angrily down her spine. Beside her, the newest crafting apprentice introduced herself. The blue tucked the girl's name away, glad to finally have it after seeing the doe several times previously. The Reaper was present, dark and ominous as always, and the star girl couldn't say with any certainty she had shared proximity to him, other than when he was doing appearances suited for the lord of the Basin. He had more important things to do than flutter about making social appearances. If he was anything like the Laurelin, he wouldn't know the difference between her and an outcast. But still, the lowly corporal did wish to make herself known to him. Even if he couldn't be bothered to remember her name, certainly he should know her face.

"Good morning, my Lord," she began, voice calm as to not disrupt the tranquility of the scene. She bowed, the gesture graceful and sweeping as she folded a leg and nearly grazed the ground with the tip of her horn. Resuming an upright position, she allowed her lionine tail to coil around a rear hoof, but remained at attention as to not show disrespect. Eyes flicked to Johnny's apprentice and she gave a shallow nod in greeting. She did not bother addressing the yearling. As far as the star girl was concerned, the newcomer was merely an oversight. Perhaps with Deimos present and here to see her among their ranks, he would be able to chase her from their home.

Or, perhaps he would mount her wings upon their threshold as a reminder to those who did not belong.

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~ My poor mother begged for a sheep, but raised a wolf. ~