Northstar Vale kismet, right?

The girl's face turns to smile as she gazes upon the old woman. Star appreciated what she interprets as friendliness. The pale woman's voice comes out as a purr, gentle and enticing. A comment on their lack of meeting- and she turns back to look into the sky once again. 

Usually Star was used to conversation involving facing eachother, looking at eachother- but the girl's unusual ways did not bother her. Instead she laid down as well, midnight eyes reaching the clouds which so resembled herself. 

"No, we haven't." comes the hearty rumble of her voice. "I'm Star- the mavroimë. And you?"