Midnight Firelight [Fiadh]

It was not at all typical for Fiadh to roam in the deepest depths of night, and yet she did. When she attempted sleep, restlessness seized her and she had little choice but to appease it. She held no path in mind, wayward and aimless as she trekked into the folded wings of night. As luck should have it, moonlight cast its influence on all below it, providing her enough visibility to work with - but had it not, she would have not mourned as a world explored by touch and feel was refreshing in its own right.

The moon alone was not the only occupant of the sky's canvas. She almost missed the first shooting star, only shifting her gaze in the direction of its detected motion in time to catch its fiery tail. Fiadh's ears pressed forward as she watched its descent followed by its twin, whose trajectory matched with a little deviation. Curiosity took hold and she corrected her course to follow the direction of the star's path. She knew she could not truly find where it fell, but it didn't keep the childish hope from welling in her chest as her steps quickened into a lope.

Unfamiliar terrain spread on all sides of her every step of the way, but the tenderheart did not let that dissuade her. She forged ahead until the faintest glimmer of fire stopped her in her tracks. Fiadh skidded to a halt as another appeared in her path - he had merely been going about his way, but to the woman, it seemed as though the ill-fated star had come to roost upon the earth. The Star walked on four legs as evidenced by the cut of moonlight, but his sparking fur drew her eye immediately. She openly observed him for a few quiet moments, caring not if she was or was not noticed, with ears pricked and head canted ever so slightly to one side.

While she had hoped to find a star at the end of her search, the more logical parts of her brain that told her not to eat poisonous things insisted it was a fool's errand. She implored her critical thinking for rebuttal and although it offered fathomable reasons for why the Other was not a star, she cast them away.

This was A Star and she knew it. There would, as of yet, be no swaying her - even as he smelled of wolf and earth, she instead detected stardust.

"Lugh himself could burn no brighter," she said at last by way of acknowledging him, her Irish accent woven warmly into the lilting words. She pressed forward to close more of the space between them until she was within a conversational distance of The Star. "Do stars walk th' earth often here?"