Wheeling Gull Isle he's been waiting to bring you down.

Prompt:  An unusual meteor shower has lasted a whole week.
Setting: Night-time, clear skies. Waxing Gibbous phase. On this day, the moon is 13.47 days old and 95.66% illuminated with a tilt of 118.629°.

accipitra, now ava, watched the skies with burgeoning interest. it was not her first time looking up at an expansive canvas of indigo swirls and faintly pulsing lights. eddies of old stars imprinted upon an endless black -- and sometimes, if she was not paying attention too hard, a lone star was loosed from its anchor and sent snarling across infinite space.

tonight her usual show was different. the stars were there, and little clouds hurried across the skies to their eventual rest, but there was something else too. light, far beyond her -- it whipped and cracked and snarled as it snared through the atmosphere, and somehow ava thought she scented something new: burnt asphalt and singed stratosphere.