Stavanger Bay chasing dreams like i'm on novocaine

although wary at first, the golden idol closes the distance between them: settling down near her. his gaze lingers on her for what seems to be a fraction of a second before his crown points towards the heavens. he is silent still, but she doesn't mind it; silence does need company, and she was more than willing to ramble on about the stories in the sky. directing her gaze upwards, the ethereal woman lets out a quiet sigh before introducing herself. ,,i'm amatsu.'' her words are but a whisper. the stillness of the bay with its divine atmosphere was not one she wanted to destroy.

,,i've taught many about the stars but there is so much more i wish i understood.'' all her poetic speakings of bells were, most often, lost on others. stargazing was something she enjoyed all the same however-- pointing out constellations was something she strived to be better at. not everything needed to have some godly deeper meaning to it however-- and this was something she struggled with accepting. everything had to be here for a reason, right?