Etoile was totally and utterly lost and it'd been that way for months now. The fae had nowhere to go, no friends, no ties to these lands. Her cousin Noëlie had been nowhere to be found for almost an entire year now and as of about six weeks ago the ancestors stopped guiding her through the stars. She wasn't sure what sin she was atoning for, but she was almost positive none so grave had been committed to justify the loneliness she felt. It ran deeper than she could even dream to describe. It took everything in her to keep going, to stop herself from shutting down, but she wasn't even really sure why she was trying.
The perfume of another caught her attention. It was unfamiliar yet familiar at the same time, nostalgic perhaps but Etoile couldn't quite place how. She decided to investigate, because really what else was there for her to do? And after a bit more walking and seeing the girl resting things started to click into place. "Cendrillion..?" her voice was soft, weary and tentative as if her eyes could just be playing a cruel joke.
”Speech”’Thought’
Feel it soft and as pure as snow
Fell in love with the fire long ago
