Wheeling Gull Isle do you see their starry pain

she itched to ask a question, curious of her name. okay, more than one question but still her training kept her silent. it was a nice silence, companionable and serene as they both looked up at the twinkling lights in the sky. It was as if someone took dark paper and poked holes to let a little light in. she had known a few stories but they differed from the normal tales, murmurs of an older woman that was shackled like herself, whispers in the night as each star seemed to connect with another.

did she know any stories? she gave the woman a soft chuffing sound, something to draw her attention. if it worked she would meet her eyes for the briefest of moments before pointing her nose to the sky, a silent question, a silent request for a story.