burning bright

There's a gentle awe as she listens to the man as he speaks. She's playing in the puddles, even though he won't play with her. Maybe he just needs some encouragement? With her dark little nose she splashes from the puddle, up, a few droplets maybe making it close enough to splatter the elder's coat. It's innocent. The starlit is giggling quietly as she does, tail thumping with the rain drop bells behind her. Oh how beautiful she feels on a night like this. "Then I'm glad you're here." Selene smiles in earnest. It's rare that she drops her bravado for anyone, but nights like this leave her more vulnerable.

"Does the tide change when the seasons do, too?" There's a want for knowing that bleeds from Selene, a desire for knowledge. Things like this, like the tides, are fascinating. She's thirsty for knowledge, and when something is learned she'll be thirsty for more. Always needing more. Her moonlit eyes sit on the face of the stranger, and she's positively reverent. He knows things. She longs to know things. This is what she needs.