Within the bounds of a tree, one that extends far beyond the size of the cosmos lies roots that interconnect many realms of species and culture. In one, regarded as the one of holiness, lies a resident that desires to go beyond the far reaches to di...
Lune Star opened her eyes to a field of luscious lilac grass. The soft wind brushed across her coat and onto an endless field leading to an orange sky. Within the horizon, Star saw enormous mountains scaling high into the clouds.
It was like Star had fallen to a fantasy land of a fabled story. She questioned if it was all real, but her five senses negated the thought.
"How did I get here?" Star asked herself. She knew she was next to her friends mere moments ago. However, from where she stood, she couldn't say she was in the luminous forest anymore.
Star a peculiar blur of colors within the distance. Curious, she traversed the field until she came upon a hill.
A tree one could only imagine in fiction stood atop it. She gaped upon the chromatic leaves rustling in its branches.
"It's beautiful," she commented.
"You have returned," Star perked to the sound of a soft voice. When she blinked, she noted a mare that wasn't there before.
A lilac mare garbed in a blue kimono. Resting atop a branch, the mare smiled down upon Star. "Welcome, young one," the mare said. "My, you have grown so much."
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"Wha..." Star stood slack-jawed at the mysterious mare. Within a blink of an eye, she appeared within her sight. It defied logic in Star's mind.
The mare descended from the branch and floated softly before Star. Star faltered back from the mare, astonished by the mare's height. She stood twice Star's size.
And her emerald mane. They flowed endlessly even when the wind was no longer to dance with it.
Star could not draw a single word to draw. Her mind was wholly blown away.
The tall mare stifled a chuckle. "Please excuse me, young one. But I cannot help finding amusement from your reaction."
"Oh," Star muttered. Her face blushed averted from the mare for a moment. "Sorry about that. It's just that... you're so tall."
"There is no need to apologize," the mare assured. "I imagine your feeling is understandable to common eyes."
"Thanks..." Star said. "Um, so, are all norns normally tall?"
"I am Mistmane," the mare introduced herself with a bow. "And no, I am no norn."
"Then you really are a spirit, right?"
"Let's just that I am a wanderer from somewhere far, far away."
How far are we talking here?
"And might I ask for your name?" Mistmane asked.
"I'm Lune Star," Star answered with a bow of her. "My friends and I came here hoping you could give us answers. Supposedly, you can read into the future of others."
