You show the lights that stop me;;

	The star child had never been a mother. She had never seen the birthing process, never felt the weight of a masculine form against her ivory spine and never felt the unconditional love for a babe that was her own. In fact, the ethereal equine had never interacted with anyone under the tender age of three. Her entire life - she had been completely sheltered from the passion between a man and woman and the effects that it may have. When the star child stumbles across the auburn female and her new born child as well as the expecting ivory doll, she is quite unsure what to make of the matter. Her skull tilts slightly to the side as a glimpse of curiosity fills her sapphire orbs. The star child ceases her movements several feet from the small gathering which she is hesitant to join. The sun kissed female is foreign to her and the pale Ankh was all too familiar. Celeste inhales softly, her skull rising slightly with a certain sort of determination. Celeste had never made a true attempt to socialize with her azure knight's congregation and yet, this time she felt the necessity to attempt - to at least say she has tried. Her limbs are tentative as she approaches the duo at a snail's pace and she attempts to make eye contact with the like pigmented doll. Her cranium bobs slightly - the star child was attempting to show that no hard feelings had lingered and that for some reason, she was apologetic for her invasion in the emerald forest. Celeste pauses, her optics still lingering upon the juvenile with inquisitiveness and yet her voice parts and her lyrics are softly submissive, "Hello, I do not think we have had the pleasure to meet. I am Celeste. On the other hand, it is good to see you once more, Ankh." The star child was attempting to be cheery, to be relatable and social and yet a certain sort of anxiety bubbled in her heart. An anxiety which her unruly aquamarine crystal sought to still, the gem throbbed to life with a pastel subtle glow to fill her delicate bodice with a rush of ease. Though the pallid female's stance relaxes slightly, she is still entirely uncertain of the situation she has placed her self within.