Northstar Vale writer

“Yes! I want to see,” she agreed, tail giving a wave as she encouraged the girl. Once playing with stones as princesses, Zosime was now weaving tales and theories of her own—and already, her creativity was beautiful.

At her question, Meadow gave a gentle shake of her head. “No, though I’ve always loved to look at them. My—friend—Reyson, though, he has stories of the stars. Perhaps he can tell us both some of them, sometime?” For some reason, the thought of calling him her boyfriend did not quite fit what she felt they were.