Firefly Glen Blue Masquerade, Strangers look on

Alaric's green eyes lit up and he danced for a moment and ten nodded. Let us tell you of a little star and his mother.

Alaric shifted and moved around the wolf. Eyes alight with a fervor he didn't often show. There once was a little star and his mother. 

He mimed a mother looking over a bright little star and motioned towards the sky, as if standing guard over teh entire world. 

This little star was always sad and blue, for so many other stars would tease him of his size. 

He prowled around, acting as if he were laughing at a star, then showed a crying child and the mother consoling, a pat on the back. 

Now the little star would watch the other stars and the moon so carefully. His biggest dream was to be the brightest star in the sky.

He motioned and looked out around as if staring intently at something, a paw on his nose as if thinking hard. Then pretended to sleep and dream.

So mother star she says. Oh my little star, every star is unique no matter how bright they shine. No matter what.

He mimed consoling a child and talking so seriously to them, with gentle smile on his face. 

Little star believed his mother and from that day forward he believed in himself, no matter what and he lived happily ever after, growing to be the brightest star in the sky.

He mimed brightening up the world with a brilliant smile, all teeth and big eyes and then bowed his head and muzzle to the ground with a wag of his tail.