Wheeling Gull Isle i can name everything

Too distant. Her cousin didn't seem keen on continuing without prompted, choosing to remain silent then. Well, Huā was curious- but she understood the value in quiet. In breathing in nature without a need for any exchange of words. 

Momentarily she wonders if Ruò is spiritual- the way she gazed upon the tapestry of stars with wonder was something Huā had seen Mei do many times. Again- she felt wary to disturb the peace right now, so she had no intention of asking. Instead she looks through the stars, wondering if she could make up a constellation of her own.