Northstar Vale weeping of the stars

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Thrilling, beautiful, and dangerous were perfect words to describe the sky's cascading lights. Gossamer tails of dust trailed the falling stars, before they disappeared into the dawn kissed horizon forever. Tuwawi's mind turned to a darker place, where her memory was laced with misery and regret. She sighed as she gazed, unblinking, out onto the valley and wondered why, exactly, she had been placed on this wretched piece of dirt in the first place.

The male's footsteps were nearly silent as he moved and sat beside her, watching the heavens with just as much attention. However, she was impartial now, mood spoiled by Njal's vivid face. Perhaps it was mean, or perhaps selfish, for Tuwawi to place so much of her past on this stranger... but she did not care — it was cathartic. Eventually her almond eyes stole a glimpse of the light moving through his hair, and the scars that rippled across his face. Her jaw clenched as her hair raised, not knowing if she should detest or forgive him.

But suddenly, the rotten stench of halitosis was on the air as an old wolf roughly sidled in between Tuwawi and the male, making himself known with his crude voice. Why you bunch of starry-eyed chicklings staring at the sky? Waiting to drown like a dumb hen from the stars? If it ain't water, it ain't no good. Ain't you ever seen no sky? He croaked obnoxiously before sliding a white shriveled paw around her own. Her skin crawled at his touch, immediately repulsed. "Yo... grandpa..." her voice trembled with restrained anger as red ears twitched violently, why don't you go find a different cliff."

Tuwawi did not have a very good sense of humor. Quickly, she looked to the male. If worse came to worse... they could always just throw him off this one.