why do we look to our stars?
Starfire does not have a desire to rule over anyone or anything. She would rather live among the shadows, in the dark. Despite her beautiful and friendly appearance she does not wish to be paraded around like some gold trophy. Unlike most of the equine species she had lived a solitary life for so long, that she forgot what living among others in a herd felt like. She didn't trust anyone except for her father, FireSail. So, when this stallion mentions his daughter and how she rules the place they stand a small smile escapes her darkened lips. She nods her slightly Andalusian and Friesian profiled face, her long and dark forelock drapes over her dark eyes, her mane splaying against her thick, Spanish-arched neck. I am Starfire, daughter of FireSail. She speaks after he mentions his daughter. They must have a great bond. She does not even realize she said "daughter of FireSail" or why. She was sure he would not know of her father and his legacy back in the lands of Azza in the Negative. Nor would he know the great black Friesian now. She suddenly feels a loneliness that comes crashing over her like a wave of sadness. It pierces through her iron-clad heart like a knife-blade. Her eyes soften and she steps back gently from him, unsure again as he mentions being the guardian of the Bay. She is sure there is a hidden reason for him verifying that he protects these lands. Maybe he doesn't trust her either. Nor would she expect him to, she was a stranger to the islands, as much as she was a stranger to him. She starts to turn back towards the water, assuming that that is the only logical way back to where she came from. She still cannot remember how she got here or where she came from, but one thing is certain. She was sure she felt more alone than she ever has.
I am. I am not exactly sure how I came to be here. I remember walking. Lots of walking. I don't remember anything after getting lost and fell into a rushing river. Her eyes look downward, at her shuffling her front hooves in the dark, dampened sand. She's not sure if she hit her head somewhere along the way or if it was her mind that is protecting her from what may or may not have happened. Maybe a little of both. As I have gathered my strength, I will be on my way now. It was nice meeting you, Nephilim, guardian of the Bay. I hope to see you again sometime. She smiled softly, the smile never reaches her eyes. Her dark eyes looking him and the bay over again one last time before starting into the water. She had gathered her bearings and was headed off, to no where in particular. She sure missed her father, and who knew...maybe he was out there looking for her too.
STARFiRE
when the answers we seek come from within
15.3 hand, five year old female buckskin warlander of Tink
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