Duskfire Glacier [m] stargirl

they happen every night. gods, he was such a downer! lousine laughed, passing him a questioning look. don't need to be a cynic to appreciate the symbolism of them.

she went quiet for a while, just watching the pulses of green and pink and purple as they shifted and morphed around them. she counted the stars enveloped in its belts.

you know the stars have souls too, according to my people, lousine finally spoke, a raspy, sleepy quality to it. her tongue unfurled in a yawn mid-sentence. they are what we turn into when we die. energy that becomes stars. and the aurora, she continued, is said to be Selardi and the spirits wishing you good luck.

she found faust once again. bravely, she reached out a dainty forepaw and brushed it against his wrist.