Hushed Willows Shooting stars are not stars at all.

She liked the silver boy already, he asked important questions and didn't seem to waste his breath blabbering. Her sister however had plenty to say about the whole ordeal. Their minds very obviously worked in different ways. When the question was turned to her, Dorea pinched her brows together tightly.

No. Her answer was solid as she stood firmly next to Sundance. Stay. The word became softer than her usual voice, despite all of her edges she could not fault her sister for having so many feelings on everything. Home was not a place to Dorea though. Her sister and mother were here (although for how much longer might her sister stay?) which made it home in her mind.