glide away on soapy heels

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.