in the changing wind, it echoes deep
wearing thin the heart beneath, there's no place to call our own
The night was settling in quickly, the last vestiges of sunlight fading away on the horizon and dragging with it the bright and fiery colors of the sunset. In its place settled the inky swath of sky speckled with stars, twinkling against the black. Although spring was in the air, new growth all around in the trees and the grass and the soft budding flowers, there was still a distinct chill to this night. A silhouetted shape moved gracefully toward the lake, which reflected the sky so perfectly it was almost mesmerizing. Her steps were unsure, as though she wasn’t quite sure where she was heading, not quite sure of the shape of the ground beneath her hooves. It was, in truth, as unfamiliar to her as the sky she walked under and the air she breathed into her lungs.
There was something unsettling about the silence that enveloped the young female as she stopped at the edge of the great expanse of water, staring at the still likeness of the moon. She realized she was unsettled because this silence was not the lull she was used to hearing in her own world. Jezanna, daughter of the moon and the sun—beloved second moon—could not help but wonder who it is that controls the celestial body here on this earth. A sigh escaped her, clouded breath hanging in the air before her, and she realized that she was lost. So horribly lost. These stars were not her stars, and these creatures were not her creatures. This was not where she belonged, and she longed to see her mother and father again.
But she had been brought to this place, ripped from her home through time and space and thrust into a land that stripped her of her divinity and left her feeling raw and open. Jezanna was awake because she was so used to being awake through the night; a gentle, watchful sentinel in the heavens, but this mortal body was not accustomed to such expenditures of energy, and her bones ached from this trip she had made. In the beginning her goal had been just to get away, and although she wasn’t sure how far she had gotten she could feel the time and the effort wearing on her. Perhaps she should sleep, but Jezanna did not feel more at peace with this world than standing under the light of the stars and the moon.
What was she to do, she wondered. It bothered her to think so, but the female thought she would need to return to Eidolon at some point or risk him coming after her. What a sight that would be, Jezanna thought with a smirk. If she got lucky, perhaps she could learn the ins and outs of this world quickly and actually get away from him. For now however, he was all she had. The only slightly familiar thing in a world of strangers and strange things, she supposed she would have to make due. Jezanna was not about to put up with any single step out of line nonetheless. This whole situation was, after all, his fault entirely. May the gods and goddesses of this world help him if he tried any funny business
-dusts off the rust- @Aislinn
