(the moon lost her daughter, all glittering stardust)
Staring at the Wall, things were starting to get wearing on the star. All morning, and for most of the afternoon, she’d sat, been sitting, right there, staring at the Wall, people coming and going, offering her food and drinking, greasy fingers glistening and naturally she did not take them. She just sat, staring through the gap at the village on the other side.
Yvaine wasn’t certain if she should be sitting there for much longer. It seemed a waste, and if he was going to make her wait, well, she might have to make herself go looking, which might be a waste as well.
“Are you waiting for someone, my dear?” asked a pleasant-featured, grey eyed young woman, and the star just stared at the gap and the village through it.
“I do not know,” was her answer. “Perhaps.”
She was waiting, for Tristran, though she wasn’t quite certain if waiting for him was worth it, was something she should be doing. The gap and the Wall were waiting, and Yvaine, the star, stared at them both, as Victoria, the pleasant faced girl, mentioned a wedding and her heart, did something she did not understand.
It dropped, and she touched the topaz about her waist.
“Oh you poor thing! What a beast he must be, to keep you waiting so!” said Victoria Forester. “Why do you not go through, and look for him?”
“Because…” began the star and then she stopped. “Aye,” she said. “Perhaps I shall.” The sky was blue and striped with grey and white clouds, and yet no moon could be seen, as Victoria prattled on and Yvaine looked up, and shook her head. “I wish my mother were out,” she wished, almost sad once more. “I would say good-bye to her, first.”
And then, with an awkwardness that only half-crippled fallen stars could have, Yvaine got to her feet, moving towards the gap in the Wall with a bit of determination as Victoria reached to grasp her arm. But the star did not feel it.
She did not feel much of anything at all, except for a cool breeze that smelled of salt and sand, and the ocean. Of things that she had only faintly felt a few times before and never so strongly. She felt the ground beneath her boots, and aching feet, and found upon looking down that it was not grass and knobby rocks, but sand, soft and white, stretching to a glistening sea.
Most importantly to this fallen star, was the fact that the sky up above her head, was twinkling, filled with dusky twilight.
“Mother,” Yvaine breathed, not even noticing that she was not a bit of cold iron upon the ground after all.
[[ooc: first tag gets to explain everything, the rest get to talk to yvaine outside and around the beach and compound. open to all, st, late tags and yes, she does glitter.]]