She had known this day would bring change to her life and the lives of the others in more ways than any of them could know, but to be honest she could not have said exactly how. Many things she heard from the stars but they tended to speak in riddles or half-truths, and their meaning never truly understood until such things had already come to pass. The future was planned and yet it wasn’t all at the same time, a concept it had taken her young mind some time to grasp at and one she didn’t fully understand yet. However, looking into the burning eyes of the boy who stood before her now more than one thing which had been uncertain before became clear. Awkward as it should have been standing nose to nose with a stranger it settled something inside of her to be so close to him, a peace she hadn’t know she missed before but would be missed after.

He is different, but she is not one to judge as she understood different is what made their world a more wonderful place. Maybe would perceive her as strange for her love of the things could not be seen and her love of the stars that saw fit to grace her own dark pelt with their light. Her words please him she notes, the swaying of his white tail mimicking that of her own as he comes to understand at least partly of what had happened here. There is still confusion in his red hot gaze she knows, confirmed by the slow stint of his dark voice. What a contrast the pair made, light to dark as if she were the stars and he the night sky itself. Perhaps fate knew what it was doing after all.

Patiently she listens to his words, allowing him time to form his thoughts and ask his questions with a sincere smile pulling up the corners of her lips, nodding where appropriate. The world outside the two of them was a blur, all sounds muted but for the rasp of his voice, nothing mattering quite as much as the closeness of his muzzle to her own. “Imprints means what you feel here,” she says simply motioning with her star-touched crown toward his chest, understanding that her usual barrage of words and information would do not good here. Their connection was more than definition for it defied logic and was the purest feeling in the world.

Looking back her eyes of split gold and violet find his, fiery as pools of lava themselves as he gives her a name and asks her own, his intent understood even if his words were not the clearest. “I’m Astraea, from Taviora.” she answers with her light voice. “Where are you from?” she asks, hoping he would comprehend the question and that if she knew where he called home it might help her understand him better, and knowing him better was all she truly wanted at the moment.