we never go out of style [c]

when the night is starless, yin sits, crosses her legs like human girls, and stares, trying to pinpoint spaces in the sky where the stars may just appear, in case yin paying attention to them could draw them out. 'don't be scared,' like the little human said to her. 'let's be friends!'

it had been a while since yin had last spoken to a human. a long 'while'. she makes no secret in enjoying wapi and myrrha's company, but they seem to lack the same thing she lacks. yin had yet to understand that 'yearning' is born from 'shortage'.

how humans can trust a stranger who hides behind a tree with hair like seaweed and limbs like pale branches is something yin can't come around to, either. 

but humans. they fascinate nonetheless. they would speak of whimsical happenings and foreign affairs. speak of faraway entities and conceptions that seemed only a puzzle for yin to try (and fail) to decipher. no one else around her seemed to be confused by things like 'dreams'. it is what she thinks about when she closes her eyes and lies on the floor, mimicking human posture. 'sweet dreams.' what is that, exactly? staring into the dark night sky is different from closing one's eyes. you don't feel as if you're going blind.

before she knew it, the sun was beginning to rise in the sky, basking the land in a soft, gentle glow. heat began to slowly, but surely beat down on her. she opens her eyes, too wide by human standards, and sit up, blinking slowly at wapi who was watching her. in the next moment, her gaze rises to meet his eyes. words try to form from her lips, but nothing leaves them.

WAPI mine is worse