She was lost. No, not actually. A damsel in distress she once had been, that she still is, but Katerina refused for such pitied fates to weave into her story. For somewhere out there, Katerina Stella, the constellation that meant defining who she was, defining her victories, her milestones, herself was still being molded by the workings of Helovia. Her story hadn't ended with the disturbances of interstellar travel, it was still being recorded, still being watched and remembered. The writer of her successes and failures, holds a pen that's inky paint and nebula light sings with the stories that strive to be leaked upon the parchment of the sky. How disappointing it would be for her story to be the one that is only quickly peered at, not dived into. Katerina will write a story worth the time of those who looked to the skies, of those who listened, and she couldn't settle for anything less than being victorious. Where she was at currently, well it was only some sort of writer's block, and like all those that wanted to prevail, Katerina would. Even in her impatience, she understood that what she was feeling, well it was going to take time. She of all knew best what that very treatment meant, timed healed all. Or at least she gripped on the false hope for that was all she had. Time healed somethings, but the strongest remedy was simply, but tragically, forgetting it all.

Her hips swing as she wanders through the edge, it always seemed that the mare was most active when the night rolled in on ebonite chariots with the hollering silence of it's sparkling horses. Tonight though, the silence was not balanced with the stories of her ancestors, no stars glittered or shined. Nor did her sister glimmer in the sky, the only light was the faint glow of highlighted black clouds. Her face was set in tight, sharp lines. Despite the lack of light, the glow that surrounded the wooded edge placed the maiden in a type of ethereal beauty. Her diamonds sparkled, her hair fell in soft, illuminated waves, and perhaps the most piercing of them all was her eyes. The melted silver orbs held a certain light, a certain wise innocence. A cursed fairy she was, just trying to beat her wings once more.



OCC: yay yay yay I've missed them <3


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