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[attr="class","wildtitle"]A WILD BAGON APPEARED!

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[attr="class","illie b"]stars shimmer against the backdrop of an inky sky and she can't bring herself to glance away. a speck in the universe, a collection of atoms arranged just enough to form a person. it's incredible, really, to exist with such a thing in your bones. stardust and bits of the universe lend themselves to the human body, remnants of some celestial energy collide with cells. there had been a book once that spoke of such a thing, prose filled pages of the stars and the moon and the night. to believe that it's actually a thing, let alone inside of her, is almost foolish. and yet, she's always been a bit foolish, a bit romantic, a bit naive.

is it the desire to find meaning where there is none that fuels such thoughts? the pursuit of knowledge in the shadows of existence, of creation and being. there are no answers to be found here. nothing but a starry night and the soft wisps of breathing escaping from parted lips. and yet, that's alright with her. in this moment, it's fine and she's content with being among the carcasses of long dead stars. there's something so... soothing about it. perhaps it's that she feels so small here, so insignificant as if her problems are minuscule compared to the vastness of the universe. is it possible to feel so at ease elsewhere? there have been stirrings of such a thing but it always ends the same. more problems always arise and she's drowning in them each night when the very idea of nightmares keeps her awake at the edge of her bed.

part of her doesn't want to speak and ruin the purity of the atmosphere. it's peaceful, perhaps too peaceful for her to handle, and she's finding herself unwilling to break it apart. flammae seems to have a similar mindset as she, too, is content with following her trainer's gaze, crimson eyes almost igniting with the reflection of constellations.

someone has other intentions, however, and the spell of silence is broken. it comes in the form of a small bagon, little arms swaying from side to side. a walk beneath the glow of the moon brings it closer and she's glancing toward the dragon before she can stop and ponder if she should interrupt. "hello," she murmurs and the hardheaded creature is drifting into her orbit, drawn in by starless eyes and a soft curl of lips. "lovely evening, no?"

and then, she's extending a hand. an offering, an invitation. company is on her mind, a distraction of sorts, and she's never felt such a strong pull for it before. maybe it's the appeal of the stars, of the thoughts that rise from a mere glance upward. and perhaps, it's neither and simply nothing more than a carnal need for affection, for another living being paying attention to her and only her. whatever the reason, the barely there smile widens and begins to fully take over her lips. "would you like to hear a story of the constellation above us?" her words are nothing more than a soft whisper, a breath of warm air passing between her lips, and yet she knows the bagon can hear her all too clearly. "or, we could explore the caves beyond." suggestions almost come out like pleading and she's trying to not appear too expectant but there's hope in her eyes and it twinkles almost as brightly as the backdrop of stars above.

perhaps tonight, she'll venture inside the caves, fill her ears with the sound of waterfalls until it becomes nothing more than white noise for her thoughts. or, she'll leave here with a new friend at her heels, filled with enough light to hold her over until the next time she seeks the solace this place provides.