@legenddeathed
The Starchild’s fingers brush along the thick, dark leaves of the undergrowth that surrounds her; she can feel the earth human beneath her, whispers from the grass and leaves to tell her what had happened here, who had been here. She can feel the faint warmth of a man and his daughter who had passed through this forest two fays ago. There were a pair of birds nesting in the tree she stood under, a fox and her kits had slept here a night ago. She felt the hum of all life as it moved and breathed, she could see the paths that had lead them here, and she could see the outstretched paths before them that diverged into webs of possibility.
For now, she followed the path that would lead her to the Kinkou and the Eye of Twilight. The night before, the stars had come to her and sung in fractured hymns, something that would sound like static or gibberish to mortal ears. They told her that the Eye of Twilight was in need of her guidance. She could feel that unrest in their life like ill tides when she listened to the stars whisper.
It had been so long since she had last spoken with the Eye of Twilight; each generation had always been someone Soraka had considered a friend. She had been a guide to them among the spirit realm for many centuries now, but it had been a little more than thirty years since she descended from the stars, thus leaving the Eye without her guidance. Thirty years felt minuscule to an old being such as herself, but she had learned long ago time was much different among mortals. It all felt precious, important, and their lives were so short in comparison.
Soraka continued along the path through the Ionian wilderness, her fingers occasionally idly brushing along the trunk of a tree, the petals of a flower, the stems of tall plants. She was retracing a map of sorts; the stars divined to her where the Kinkou where now after having been forced from their temple. She could feel a vibrant hum as she came nearer, as if she felt something calling to her. The Starchild could feel the familiar cold, calm light of the Eye as she pushed aside a branch to be greeted with the sight of a camp. It was like she was searching for a single star and there it glowed, quiet and blue. Every soul was like a star in its own right, but this one was not the Eye she had known thirty years ago— this was not Kusho, and that caused a vague worry to creep into her thoughts.