Stone Circle galaxies

Some time had passed since That Day. 

Leta was young enough to not remember it well, but old enough where the impression of it lingered. She was not so bold and so certain as she once was, and lingered by her mother and her fathers side even when her brothers rushed ahead as they encountered new things. Leta had not spoken much either, since then—she listened. It was clear that she was understanding things being said when she was asked to do something; she had not listened once, and what had happened was... 

She could not really remember. Try though she might, she could not conjure the memory. It was boxed away, bound tightly within. It lingered in different ways, though—she would flinch when anyone reached for her (without realizing it), and she avoided participation in her siblings rough-housing. She had tried, once, but her jarring reaction of teeth-filled terror was enough for everyone to understand it was not for her. 

Leta was feeling better, now, physically. The invisible wounds upon her psych were never really present except perhaps through her consistent silence, but this night there was a shift. As she often did, she sat beneath the open night sky. She was learning some about them, and they were her constant companions. It was then one streaked across the sky, and she rose to all fours, head tilting right. Several more followed after, and Leta gasped. Mommy! Daddy!!! NewtWestClay!!! Look! The stars! The stars are falling!!!! She could hardly look away, and she was uncertain what this meant—was it bad? Was it good? Was it normal?