A New Constellation

[Asara Willow]

Summer 9th, 511 AV


He had forgotten her.

the thought brushed through Asara's mind like the gossamer touch of a spider's silken web. It wrapped around the small part of Asara's psyche that had believed, had hoped Seven would remember her and their meeting again.

Asara tilted her face up to gaze at her beloved stars and released a long sigh. She forced herself to ignore the feeling of disappointment welling in her heart and instead stretched her long, pale arms. She felt no discomfort sitting on the ground against the human abode she had carved a symbol into two nights previous. Her only discomfort was with the feeling of being confined here, in this large city. Even now, in the cool silence of night, Asara could feel the human presence all around her, pushing at her to be reckless.

After all, Seven had forgotten her.

Slowly, the Symenestra picked herself off the ground and removed her boots, placing them delicately into her rucksack next to the journal Seven had leant her. she then turned to the wall and examined the small mark out of eyes that could see clearly even in the dim light.

Look at you. Moping over some Dra who didn't remember you. As if it should matter what a half blood does.

Asara ignored the cruel voice, suffering a brief stab of pain, and placed her hands on the wall before her. Slowly, with all the lovely grace of her race, she scaled the solid foundation. Anyone observing would have seen only a pale spidery form, and they would immediately jump to the correct assumption that a Symenestra had invaded their home and was crawling around.

Perhaps they'd try to kill her?

An interesting notion, but not something useful to test. She'd cause mayhem another day. Tonight, she had a duty she appointed to herself. In the stars, the lovely colourful mirage of the sky, Asara would find a new friend to keep her company until the insomnia passed and she could sleep.

And there it was. Visible as Asara lay on her back and gazed upwards.

The Fox.