The Older I Get

Selene had nothing but time. That's what happens when you're young and dumb and full of life. Young and dumb and full of existential dread. You could be both, right? She was both. She was most certainly both. As she raced herself over the ground around the lake that had captured her attention on this day... on this lately... she couldn't help but feel both things burning brightly inside her mind. How the starlight child loves her summer days and how heartbroken she will be to see them go. Still, she's racing her own shadow in the fading light of day. One day, the scorn of the moon will outpace it entirely-- or so she dreams.


It's too late that she sees the timbered man swathed in fireflies. Lithe and agile as ever, it takes three elongated strides before she's gathered to leap over him. Soaring through the air, she's entirely stardust as she does. When she hits the ground on all four feet, Selene is surprised with even herself. The shock radiates through her body, ending with her teeth audibly clipping shut, but she feels nearly giddy with it. "Ah, I'm ah, I'm real sorry... I didn't see you, it was an accident." Selene's weight shifts from foot to foot as she looks at the man-- he's not a giant like many of those she's encountered in this strange, strange place. Still, she moves forward to poke at his shoulder with her nose. Gentle, fluid, moving as if it's her turn to be the shadow entirely. A greeting customary of her people.