» every broken promise

s a v e r a We might be hollow, but we're brave She wanders again, drawn by this new set of wonders, a heavenly body seeking eagerly some gravitational force great enough to orbit around. Savera and Devi are wayward stars, cast adrift by circumstance and abandoned by the night - or so it feels to them sometimes, when they wax dramatic and dream of the moon and try to grapple with the slippery vastness of the world. They search for meaning, and though it is hard to find purpose in a world so large, to narrow down an infinite beach and filter out the important grains of wisdom, the pair do try. They are stubborn and stalwart, the girl and her chick. Eventually, something is bound to make sense. The quest for purpose brings them here, to a gathering of strangers on the edge of a stream. Savera pauses, a gold hoof raised, her eyes peering owlishly into the water as she tries to make sense of the strange goings on. It is hard to see a dark figure against the dark glass of the river, but the soft glow of the bonelights helps. Beyond the growing assembly she can see the point of interest, a silhouette that wanders and weaves effortlessly through the water, an ever-growing trail of fire abandoned in its wake. Devi yawns, uninterested in anything that does not pertain to food, but the little morning star's heart is rising in a tumultuous beat, excited and enticed by this interesting display. The creature in the water is abyssal and inconsistent, a black hole that tugs at her attention, drawing her nearer, compelling her on. Is this the thing she's been looking for? Is this the power around which she shall revolve? She does not join the crowd - large groups still unnerve her, leave her overwhelmed with information that she cannot hope to process in so brief a time. Instead the girl drifts toward one, an isolated mare of black and white. On dainty legs the filly flutters, emboldened by youth and naivete until she stands beside the older adult, silver eyes reaching out for gold, a brazen anticipation of acceptance and indulgence upon her creamy face. "Inter-esting?" she asks the mare, her voice a chime of silver bells. She looks back on at the river, the lights. "What is?" She fully anticipates an informed answer, some great and complete knowledge to be imparted by this adult. On her back Devi stretches, body arcing and wings splaying as the kitten purrs and yawns before lying back down, her owlish eyes turning to the stranger as if to say, children, right?

avoids the crowd to chill with @Zahra