The Sunspire for those who've slept

sorry for the wait! & thank you sm for the kudos<3

ruminative gaze trails the girl's transition from prickled defense only for it to face being pulverized into muted acceptance. she appears to have been spared a needled greeting by none other than that brief glimmer of recognition to spark across a coppered gaze. sympathy prowls tentatively about the fortress of her sporadic heart and yet it is held back by steeled soldiers, tundra may not know a lot about the seemingly fiery girl but it appears safe to assume that any displays of pity would be the exact kindling needed to nurture such a flame into a roaring fire, or perhaps just quench the little spark of life and send a hollowed wraith on its wearied way. she leaned more towards the former yet nevertheless....it is with an aloof glance that she draws away from the bewitching twinklings above to graze the ashen girl. there is something so peculiarly reminiscent about the most fragile of hitches to accompany the brief build up to that exhaled 'yes'. yet it is with a nonchalant flourish that she brushes it off; too bold of her to decidedly see something of herself in someone and let fondness blossom in place of that based off of a reproachful 'yes' in admitting these intricate beauties. 

perhaps it is just the nature of being at this particular location on this very night, the air seemed electrified and it could be just that that evoked such melancholic wonderings. the unease to dance tenderly from the girl is slightly more noticeable, more solid before she opts to speak again and still tundra is so careful not to let her gaze appear prying in nature as she follows her look to fall upon the wondrous expanse above. cassiopeia..her mother was after all, named after the stars themselves and is bittersweetly that she recalls murmuring such facts to moonshadow under the exact same sky yet under circumstances oh so different. both that chapter of her life and the woman she'd spoken of, hela's mother, were gone forever. nodding slowly, the spectre hums soft agreement whilst recalling her own fragmented memories of such stories. faolon with his hushed whispers so filled with hope and excitement, it is difficult to keep the resulting wince so inward. "many stories have blossomed into existence because of the stars..which i suppose makes sense because as small as we are in comparison, we will never be bestowed true facts about their nature. in an effort to satisfy ourselves we conjure up such stories, i guess it gives some a sense of stability. thinking too hard on the fact that they could be and mean anything can be hard to handle for some"

eyes cast down to focus on the young girl once more, from wishes to inform her of the constellations and how her mother's name also belonged to those very stars to curious queries on her life at nightwalkers, they all clamour to be heard yet right now she simply murmurs; "do you recall any fragments? i do be curious to see how many stories have grown so close to fact that most wolves pass them on as so"