[ She keeps smiling, shaking her head to hush whatever else he might say. Keeps close even as she shifts, laying down against his side on the ground. Looks up briefly away from where she watches the curl of his mouth in the surety of shared intimacy. Settled then. Her eyes drift up, idle more than anything direct. Letting her mind slip away. ]
Do your people tell stories about stars? Or does travelling them mean no one bothers anymore?
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Do your people tell stories about stars? Or does travelling them mean no one bothers anymore?