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Planetarium Table Clock, circa 1770.

Allowing himself to be guided, to have his owlet sit close and to wipe away the sadness. The Fount carefully, loosely slid an arm around their waist as they did his neck.

Timekeeper pulled back just enough to pluck something from the air, a chain slipping past their fingers for a moment, before they brought it down for the Fount to see.

It was a timepiece of sorts ( how apt ). Yet instead of telling time, it was placed with the constellations that the two of them had discussed what felt like a lifetime ago. Each marked in a way that when the time shifted from day to night, the constellations would move slowly across the face of the timepiece. Tiny sapphires made up the stars that made the constellations, the lines etched with gold. The faceplate was mother-of-pearl in colour, though no one could truly tell what type it was truly made of. There were no hands of the clock to indicate time, but the positions of the sun and moon would indication an hour if he studied it close enough.

The case was a polished silver with gold accenting it; the chain equally silver, and thick enough that it wouldn’t snap easily ( it had several protection spells crafted into the metal as well ). Engraved on the back was,

     L’étoile que je cherche toujours.

Even as his own sleeves came away, the milk tears had still stained his cheeks. His mismatched eyes didn't meet hers where they instead held themselves downcast in... shame? The Fount reached up beyond her hand and trying wiping away the fresh falling ones.

Timekeeper gave a soft frown all the same, concern as they caught a few of those milk tears with their thumbs. “You don’t have to hide secrets from me, you know.” she said softly, squeezing his cheeks some. Trying to make him laugh before the Guardian directed the Fount to follow her. Getting him to sit down, so they could sit on the arm of the chair, moving to drape an arm around his neck; leaning into his space.