There are so many, seemingly an endless gathering of wolves with faces so strange and unknown to her. She sees so many emotions as she tentatively paces; some are gladdened, ill willed and some simply seem starved for something other than food. It is a strange place, and she feels that strangeness in the bottom of her stomach, twisting and turning, creating a nervousness she cannot fully understand. She has been brought here for some reason and yet, it seems that reason continues to allude her. Each time she looks into the face of another, she feels a stab of rejection, forcing her to look away with weariness. That is until she sees one in particular; in some ways, he mirrors her, with eyes so bright and fur so pale and dust-bitten. There is something about him that makes her heart lunge, her breath catching in the back of her throat as that strangeness in her belly stops. Like that, like her breath, it leaves her.
For some time, she simply stares at him, having stopped her paws the moment her eyes caught a glimpse of him. It is... a peace, a sudden fullness, a lightness that suddenly seems to awaken every vessel and vein in her body. For a moment, she feels as if she is but air, the sounds around her receding into nothing. He glows with starlight, encapsulated within it as she is drawn to him. The stars have brought her here to him, that much she understands now. She cannot waste the opportunity merely lingering on how desperately whole he makes her feel. Is this what Mithos had spoken of, she cannot help but wonder?
Ambrosia had always thought herself weak for not possessing a separate half. Elara has always known the truth of it all, though, and perhaps that is why she had always felt so disconnected to her sister. She, Ambrosia, was not weak for such a thing but strong, stronger than everybody, for she was born whole. Now Elara was faced with that separate half and with it, a flurry of new worries licked at her mind. She sucks in a breath and approaches. She is here to find out, after all.
She moves with long, flowing strides, riding the air that had previously filled her veins. She feels light, still, as she comes within feet of him, the weakest of smiles slowly pulling at her lips as she moves to speak. It is when she is close that she notices it: was he looking for another? She is too close now to simply turn on her heels: instead, she ducks her head down low in an apologetic matter, her voice cutting the air. It is unusual that she speaks so loudly, and yet, she tries to hold back that twisted knot of rejection that had formed within her.
"I'm - I'm sorry. I thought you looked like somebody I knew."
She bows once more, meeting his gaze one final time before she makes a move. She moves to step away, to flee to the outskirts of the gathering once more, but she finds herself unable for a moment. It is only some moments later that she can, and even then, she finds she cannot run - it is as if so much of her hopes for him to say the same.