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Twyla had been soothed by dreams of splendor. She had been spoiled with the luxuries of affection through the gazes of stars. She was…at peace in her headspace. Far too often did she yearn to return, to catch sight of her stray star, or to find others she might meet beneath them—more beautiful fallen stars.

This was a reward, surely it must be. Twyla had done nothing but prioritize her faith, extend her hand to those she did not know, but she did nothing truly grand. Was this a gift for being so steadfast, for being kind even in the face of adversity, or for not wondering of her previous family? Their whereabouts, their faith, their wellbeing.

Perhaps it was selfish of her, this may be true, but Twyla was a believer in fate, the whisper of a string that would inevitably connect her to all that the Star Mother laid upon her path. She did not feel the need to wonder or search, and surely not when she stumbled across another family. One just as accepting, just as comforting. Those who wished to, would find her. She would embrace them with as much kindness as she did this one.

But it was not truly her family that she thought of as she shifted across the plush grass. Though she thought of Igor Nikoho, he was not steady on her mind. No, she thought of the mountain, the breathing entity that was her home. She thought of the heat beneath her, the hum of a different energy—a warm and consuming sensation that left her hazed as she swept herself across the land in a dance. Soft hymns fell from her lips, songs of love and fate, echoes of harmony and happiness.

Alone, but beneath the stars, she was happy. She was perfect. She was at peace.

How could she dare ask for more?

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