Silverlight Terrace With a front-row seat to watch you live your life well

Hymnal leaned into her mother's kiss, giggling as pure happiness bubbled in her chest. Unknowingly, her thoughts aligned with Maia as she spent a few moments just being grateful that she had a mother like hers and that they could explore. She loved her mom's stories, and she was grateful for those too; they helped her see the world in a different way.

Mama spoke of her father, so Hymnal's grandfather. Apparently he had told her a story about how the stars were heroes of the past. But another man named Charon, who was apparently king of the mountain had created a different story with Maia. He had shown her a place where the mountain touched the stars. Hymnal's face lit up at this part; she wanted to see this magical place. 

In their story some of the stars were wolves that had been born in the star world; they could see down here too, and could sometimes visit to see what their world was like. 

She grew excited when her mother mentioned that star wolves could visit here. But her excitement faltered a little when she learned that they were only given the same chance when they died. She wanted to visit the star realm while alive and be able to return home when she was done. But it was likely not something that was possible.

Maia told her the importance of wishing upon a shooting star, that a star wolf might hear it and make it come true. Her eyes widened at this. Woow, she said. She would keep her eyes peeled for the next shooting start—but what would she wish?

Mama? Can we visit the star wolves without dying? she asked, her expression hopeful.