Starlit Plains. Oh lord, how beautiful they were. Selene set foot here what feels like days ago, and she's been swallowed up by the magic of this place. Like a lotus eater, she'd been sucked in. Though she'd been here for an age, it felt like there was no passage of time at all. Heart set on it. Absolutely in love with it. Auster... could be her home. If this Plane was home, then she was going to be here. She was going to stay here for absolutely ever. Heart set on it, Selene is... Selene is home. The scorn of the moon doesn't feel as if she's fallen from grace after all. She feels like she is grace. She is beauty, she is grace, she's wearing the stars on her coat and trouble like a crown.
She's trouble. She's troubled. Both were relevant, both were answers that she could give. Hell, Selene is reverent too. She races across the summer soaked ground, picking up a nearly breakneck pace. There's something beautiful about it. Gotta go fast. Gotta be fast. Racing herself, racing the moon and the stars. There's a dare issued to the moon, she wants it to chase her back. Head tossing, fast and forward. A dancer. Composed and careful. Quick and curious, playful and strong. The scorn of the moon is alive and she is lovely.
There's a great tumbling and crashing as she loses control of her feet, but Selene laughs as she crumples in the grass. Tush over tea kettle. It feels so damn good.
glide away on soapy heels
It took her too long to release that it was nothing, a wolf running because they could, and she was gone again, paws carrying her at a quick pace in front of her. Wherever in front of her lead. Which, it seemed, would be in front of some wolf. Tilting her head, the pup spoke, her voice a little harsher than she wanted it to be. "What are you doing? Some of us have places to be." Well, Alina didn't, but someone may. Besides, she was exploring, and she couldn't exactly do that with the other wolf rolling around or whatever they were doing.
Although, if she stepped on them, they deserved it. Maybe they'd learn a lesson.
Pretty fucking neat. That's pretty much where Selene is at, and she doesn't need anything else. She doesn't require anything above pretty fucking neat to sustain herself. It's easier that way. There's something bold about the starlit tonight, and it makes her feel all the better. Scorn of the moon making herself known in a place that knows not of her-- what a laugh. She could be literally anyone she wanted to on nights like these. She's feeling a little brash, she's feeling a little bold. There's a silver tongue that will cut like a knife in her mouth tonight, so here's to hoping it doesn't backfire. How dare it, after all? How dare she. Ha. It was a private laugh for herself only that ripped through her chest and left her feeling wild.
Something was speaking to her, a child. Why? Why was there a child out here on it's own. "If I'm in your way, you're capable of moving." The starlit's tail wags once, and she rolls on up to her feet. Though she is small, she is quick and strong. The hard, sleek body of a dancer. A large, calculated circle around the baby. Selene considers stepping on the thing, considers bowling it over, but she doesn't let her anxiety aggression get the best of her-- she knows better. Still, if this thing slipped up, it would have another thing coming.