Liquid glass was the only description that seemed to fit the massive pool nestled into a set of hills. The hills became the guardians to this precious entity, a lake so still that a single glance quieted her turbulent soul. The longer she stared, the more rising tides of emotion quieted. They ceased to sway from one point of extremity to another. Noctiilucent found herself so easily fascinated by this new world she'd found herself in, with great curiosity for it. She still worried that she'd be tricked by one of the Gods, or somehow earn their scorn and contempt once more. The dappled golden maiden approached the still lake, drawing as close as she dared to prevent herself from disturbing the still waters. The chill of winter was not absent, and sheets of ice that did not connect to the land drifted on the surface. Noctii couldn't get over this strange sensation of quiet she'd found here, it was unshakeable. It bent to no whim, especially not her own. Days prior she'd met a perplexing, and enchanting stag that reminded her of Solomnus. Now she found herself in a domain known as Denocte. Noctiilucent did not wish to stray from this domain, it was pleasant and she was selfishly desperate to hang ono this still feeling. After having such a tumultuous life, it was a rarity she was enjoying. It was only a matter of time before life crept up on her again and stole her serenity away from her. Noctii would soon be forced to chase after it's fleeting touch.

The mare hastily snapped her crown towards the right side of her body in annoyance. Her existence was hedonistic and often felt within herself a craving to stir discord. The rebellious nature of her youth was still firmly rooted deep in her mind, it had never left simply been devoured by guilt. It had burned like fire and never allowed relief to flood her veins. Noctii worried that this solace was destined to be short-lived, and couldn't help embracing her sybaritic desires. Now here she stood on the shores of a quiet lake, so endless that she could dive into the depths forever. It would swallow her whole, and covet her, hide her away from the prying eyes and hooves. Noctii was a frightened child at heart, and she tried to hide it, for it brought her such great shame. The golden and alabaster maiden heaved a sigh from her lips. Her lids fluttered, separating her lashes as they parted. A new scent had floated to her nares, and had her on the alert. The moments of quiet had passed, at least that's what she assumed the universe was telling her. It had endless plans to launch countless conditions at her. Surely another soul would be drifting to this lake of clarity, and serenity. Had she any other name for it, that is what she would call it. To her, this was simply the lake of contemplation. A physical manifestation of all the thoughts swimming in her head constantly.

Noctii was not shrouded in solitude for very long, the steps of another were the first to clue her in. She tore her ivory and gold splashed face from the lake's surface. Her cerulean gaze landed upon a woman splattered in the ink of the cosmos. The stars hung from her tresses as though they were made of canvas. The woman's shades were even tinted like the colour of a late night sky. The minx cleared her throat and commented on the appearance of the lake. A coy smile slipped across Noctii's features. The star-strewn woman must not have been aware of the irony of her own beauty and the statement she uttered. "Yes, and the lake is nearly as beautiful as the speaker." Noctii joked gently, though she was not making a joke at the expense of her new companion. Instead it was intended as a compliment, and hopefully, a way to tear down any awkward sensations they might encounter otherwise. That or her words would make the conversation much more awkward.

As the former Rethian, Noctii studied the starscape mare before her politely. She too had jewelry adorn in her right ear, two rings of silver that hung with the weight of gravity pressing upon them. As she studied the hanging rings, she came to notice her own necklace, and particularly, how cold the pendant was as it rested against her chest."I'm Noctiilucent, a newcomer to Denocte." The gold, obsidian and ivory femme explained. She did not want to fill up the space surrounding them with useless words just for the sake of sound. There was more than enough surrounding them with the breath of the wilderness chirping and serenading them. Noctii wore a kind, but patient smile upon her lips, her lids dripped halfway over her cerulean pools.