There is a freedom that comes with night, the soft dark blanket that envelops everything which allows two strangers to perhaps feel not so strange about bearing their souls to one another. The stars helped, whether someone realized it or not, their soft light giving reassurance and peace to those who stood bathed in its twinkling glow. Why would one feel unsure or abashed at baring their soul when the heavens knew everything about them already. It is liberating to those that chose to accept it, as it seems perhaps this stallion was. Her dished features tilt to the side with interest and amusement at his statement, the idea that he might recreate himself as anything more than he was already meant to be was something that she considered sharing but refrained. Not every took so kindly to the knowledge that there is no changing your fate. Still it is an intriguing thought.
She shifts her light frame, her dark tail flicking more out of instinct than necessity before she replies. “What steps does one take to reinvent themselves?” Her airy voice questions as her eyes drift back toward the heavens, unable or unwilling to keep them from her view for too long. “I’ve walked so far and yet I always keep winding up where I was mean to be it seems.” She smiles softly as she looks back at him with the question still shining in her eyes as he introduces himself finally.
And now the anonymity of night has faded, but only in the fact that she now knows his name, everything else about him remains shrouded in the mystery of darkness. “I am Astria. I doubt that we have met very much as I have only arrived a few nights ago. I forget where I am from originally, it was so many steps ago but my home is beneath the stars and as such I find I am always where I belong.” Her bright eyes flick up once more before resting on his again. “And where are you from? Or perhaps more importantly where are you headed?” She tries to study him in the muted light, but her eyes can only reveal so much.