[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/cFdUCGc.jpg[/img][/center][center][sub]Near Bethlehem, Israel, Green Sahara [@Nerevarine] [@Renny][/sub][/center]
As the disconnect between her soul and body remained, Capella tumbled helplessly towards the ground, losing her grip on Amalthea who ended up being flung out into a different direction because of how fast they were cutting through the air. Both the veil she bought to blend in and the one she always wore was practically yanked off her head, relentless gusts undoing the neat braids that kept Capella's blond and blue streaked hair from getting in her face. There was absolutely nothing she could do except wait for the inevitable crack of her skull into a million pieces...

Capella will never know why the gods decided to spare her with a warm embrace instead.

Unable to comprehend what was going on, the star child only started coming to when she felt something soft poking innocently at her cheek. Golden eyes faded to steel blue was she opened them halfway, her flushed face making her eyes brighter than they really were. The last thing she was expecting to see was a man dressed in odd clothing even for her. Unsure of what was going on as her memory up until the point she fell was a little fuzzy, Capella struggled to pull herself into a seated position to get a better look at the man crouched beside him.

He didn't seem to mean any harm as pale teal, or maybe silver, eyes stared back at her. Despite sitting down, Capella's breaths were labored, the fatigue finally catching up to her body and coating her bones. She was never the athletic type, and doing something like saving a whole town was definitely a lot of exercise, so this was to be expected. As she opened her mouth to say something, the star child fell into a coughing fit instead, throat raw and sore from all the yelling that transpired. Before she had a chance to compose herself, the neighing of a horse startled the blonde, who was now looking in the direction of the noise only to be met with the sight of piercing green.

Obviously frightened by the sudden newcomer brandishing a sword, Capella leaned away from the second new person and towards the man that probably saved her, small hands trembling violently in front of her as the occasional cough forced its way out of her body.