THIS ANTIGRAVITY // stargazing

[sybil.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 55%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Sybil, too, had an affinity for the night sky. When she was younger, before she came to fully realize her ability to converse with the dead, she used to think it was the stars that were whispering to her. It made her feel special. And though that dream had long since been shot down, the night sky would always be enchanting to her. It was numinous. It made her feel one with Asteria.

Much like Atbash, Sybil's home was lost to her. Granted, Sybil's home wasn't a place - her tribe were wanderers -, but it was in the individuals whom she considered family. The elders, the mothers, the children. If she closed her eyes, she could still picture their roaming cavalcade. If she thought about it deeply enough, she could still smell the burning incense and the great fields of lavender. Though her heart was weighted by the distance between she and her home, she would never allude to it. The inaction only made things more painful.

"Bright night," the black panther commented, telepathically, saddling up beside Atbash, cloudy eyes lingering on the other female for a fraction of a second; she was more interested in the constellations in the sky rather than the ones on the Lunar Lieutenant's fur. She took a seat and lifted her head skyward, golden circlet tinkling gently at the movement. A breath escaped the wildcat. It was almost like home.