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The night creatures stilled their songs as hooves neared him, a steady cadence that nearly lulled him to sleep. But he was ready to see who it was, to converse, possibly make friends, and to learn more about this place. How strange that he awoke here with no recollection of leaving the last place he’d been. Which was that? His mind was foggy and cloudy, and he struggled to remember. With a frustrated flip of his tail, he put the smile back on his face. In a moment, a fiery mare burst through the trees and seemed almost startled by his appearance. He wondered if it was because his stars didn’t move. It surprised him. Upset him, even. But he wasn’t sure if she even noticed, let alone cared. She neared enough to speak with him, and instead of a cordial greeting, she spit acrid words at him. His head raised up in surprise, eyes widening, and he twisted his head. Certainly she was referring to someone else. He had never seen her before, so she couldn’t be talking to him. After deciding there was nobody else here but he and her, he shook his head slowly, a ghost of a smile still lingering at his lips. He spoke to her, his voice velvet and deep, usually soothing with a tinge of sadness. ”I apologize if my being here has startled you, but I believe you must have me confused with someone else? I don’t believe we’ve met…?” Ever the polite one, Astarael offered the mare ample time to respond before he continued. ”I am Astarael.” He stepped out of the water, nearer to her, but not near enough to be considered a confrontation. He wasn’t sure why she was angry, but didn’t want to push the issue. He offered her a polite dip of his head before returning his gaze to her. ”No gods sent me here that I am aware of, however I do not recall just how I came to be here.” His eyebrows wrinkled slightly, still perturbed at the mystery of how in the world he ended up here. ”Perhaps we can start with your name…?” His voice was gentle, his tone curious. ”And who you think I am?” |
| Astarael Dawn Court |
@Nimue
