I was politely, well, kicked back to the islands. Mom, well, she was done with my attitude, said I much better suit life in the islands, that I took after father more than herself, but then again, I got my snide mouth from her. But she said I was well, erratic, and that I wouldn’t do good where she was staying. I quite agree. She had found some sort of… paradise of sorts, far away from the islands, where no one bothered anyone, and it was all, quiet and serene. I was nothing of the sort.

I tossed my head as I walked through the commons to the meadows. I knew what the commons were, and what they meant, and lets be honest, I was damned well not getting tied to no sappy male, not when I was still young. Maybe closer to ten or so I’d think about it, but right now? Hell nah. I was not going down that route. Not any time soon.

I was born in the lagoon, daughter of jaxon and annelise, and it appears, that despite leaving the islands at a young age, I had adapted a sort of, well, attitude about me that resembled a stubborn pig headed lagoon girl. Whoops? Haha. I suppose I was born to make my own entrance, hence why I was named Stelara. Bright, boisterous, in your face, and not one to back down from quite anything. I was going to make my entrance here, and I was not afraid to shine like the star I was.

Sure, I didn’t have a pearly coat or a white mane or nothing like that. But I was splashed with white that resembled my mother, where my sooty came from dad. Now. that’s not to say that I wouldn’t shine in my own way. I was born to stand out, no matter what.

The long grasses of the meadow brushed against my legs, the long wildflowers bloomed up within the grasses, beautiful and graceful, elegant and dainty. I got bored starting at them, so I dropped my maw, bumping my nose against the flowers to make them dance and bob with the motions.