Your Shining Star; Nova

She lets out a sigh when she glances at his expression and her own softens to something more calm from a defiant ruse of anger, “You have a lot of years to make up for not being here.” She lets out another before her fingers start tracing notes of a new song on her harp, “Do me a little favor and listen to this.” She speaks softly before playing the song proudly. When she starts to sing the words the message she is conveying becomes fairly clear. Her cheeks are a little flushed as she plays and sings but she keeps her eyes trained on him throughout this. The crystals light flourishes in a more enchanting way than before with the music, as their light and glow seems to respond with emotion. The room itself looks like a brilliant night sky now, and envelops the pair quite completely.

Her own ruby orbs glances to him as he spoke, showing the glint of the sparkling crystals around her in their hue. She watches him look away and sees the sorrow in those starry eyes of his. Those eyes that she became enchanted with as a child. Those eyes she was fascinated with. Those eyes she saw in her dreams that she slowly fell in love with over all those years. Quickly she turns her focus to the strings of her instrument before getting sucked in. He wasn’t going to get out of it that easily. Still playing the song she speaks up once more, “You’re too late for that too. I taught myself.” She spreads her wings briefly and resettles them in a more comfortable position, “And how would you even be able to do so?” The chime of curiosity in her tone was apparent now as she cautiously looked back up to him. He lacked any means of flight as far as she knew, so how could he even have begun to teach her to fly if he had stayed?

She glances to him and but continues singing the song she started with power and confidence behind her voice. This bat is a far cry from how she was as a child many years ago. Still, as her ruby orbs focused on him the disappointment behind a bubbling joy became evident. Her gaze at him silently screamed the words “You’re late” and “Welcome back” all at once. As she lets the resonating echoes of her voice cause the crystals to glow in dim pulses her posture stiffens, “…Over twelve years…” She speaks softly now, stepping over to a harp set up nearby. Idly starting to play it she addresses him again, “Over twelve years late.” With those words she looks to the strings as she plays her cyclical song, “But I didn’t stop waiting. I didn’t forget.” A gentle smile traces her lips as she keeps playing, “You’re a tough guy to hold out hope for, you know that?” Soon the melody of the cyclical song becomes apparent as she continues playing, “So…Why are you so late?”