Ankyra Sound Sometimes the past can make the ground beneath you feel like a quicksand

Mostly just like a rock.  Which is why I figure the sky is rock, like the ground.  Either that or Charon was lying to her, but that option was way less fun.

Then she got an idea.  She couldn't tell for sure, but she could definitely broaden this concept she had in mind around it all.  I actually had an idea for a story about it. And you can let me know if it's any good.  It's about a star wolf who wanted to come down to be with the boy she loved. She got a little warm at that, but smiled.  She loved a good romance and for the first time, her story had a character before it had a plot.  She was practicing the lessons she'd gone over with Wraen and was excited to see how it went.

Y'see, there's a whole pack of Star wolves up there on mountains like ours, watching the world.  They can grant wishes as they run across the sky, but only for the ground wolves; never for themselves.  And they can't interfere except for when they are asked, because it's super against the rules for any of them to interact with the wolves down here.  That's why the stars never talk back.  They were better for sharing private things with because of that, but pretty terrible when you actually needed advice.

There was this wolf who lived near a big wide lake, and every night, he would go out and talk to the stars.  But he'd look at the same one every time, because it was his favorite.  He'd share all sorts of things, like what was upsetting him, or how his day went, or what he was afraid of, or even what made him happy.

It gets really lonely up there, being a star and all, so this star wolf really looked forward to his talks every night.  It made her feel like he was actually talking to her, and she started to wish that he would wish for something, anything, so that she could pay him back for all the great company.  He never did though.  She paused, picturing the two wolves, one sitting at the edge of the lake, the other standing with fur of silver-spun starlight.  A wolf like that would be a sight to see.  She hoped, if they did exist, they really were as gorgeous as she imagined.  

As she paused, she glanced at Illidan, trying to catch his interest level.  It was the habit of a storyteller; never get too into your story, otherwise you might put the audience to sleep and not realize!