glide away on soapy heels

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.