STARGAZING, ⠀ fireworks always steal the show, but where’s the love for the midnight sky they obscure? on the grass outside the harbor, a few blankets and snacks have been placed, making it the ideal place to unwind and see how many constellations you can name.
“It’s nice they offered us a place to see the stars.” Columbina muses quietly, half speaking to the stranger next to her, the other half speaking for herself alone. She may not be exactly looking upon them in the traditional sense, the way the people around them are, but a clear view comes across just as crystal to her. Even if what had been blocking her view before wasn’t the fireworks or lights, but the sky itself. “Fireworks are lovely, but I can’t say there’s much that compares to the night sky…”
Perhaps it’s ironic for her of all people to be feeling such a thing, after so long of avoiding gazing upon the sky. But irony itself makes the sentiment no less real. Perhaps, it is even realer, for it.
“That one is my favorite,” Lifting a hand, one lone finger extends towards a shining star beside the moon — one of the brightest, in her senses, though perhaps not in physical light. Much like the certain friend it now reminds her of. “It’s a bit of newer one, compared to the rest. I don’t know if it even has a name yet. But where it lives, beside the moon, like it’s keeping it company… I like that.”
The moon goddess smiles as she turns her head, now fully addressing the stranger at her side. “Do you have a favorite star, too?”
Layla squeaked a bit when Columbina started talking to her. She hadn't expected anyone to speak to her, and she hadn't expected to speak to anyone. She was just winding down after the festivities, really — Lanturn Rite was fun but overwhelming. Layla had been getting more used to people these last few months, but she would never be an extrovert.
Oh, right! The woman next to her asked a question, and it would be rude to leave her hanging. Layla let out a small "hmm..." noise, as she considered the answer.
It was a difficult question. Really, Layla didn't think of the stars outside of her studies — there was so little time to relax when she had so much work to do, after all. That's what made nights like these so special; she could just relax and stargaze...
"I don't know. I think they're all wonderful..." She looked at the one that Columbina pointed to. "Oh! I think I studied that one for my last exam, actually. If I remember, the current name is something like..." The scholar quickly recited the name, prattling off a seemingly nonsensical list of letters and numbers.
Gah! No! What was she doing?
Normal people don't just recite... whatever the hell she just did like that! Stupid Layla! That's not how people connect with others! She buried her face, now burning with embarrassment, in her hands and let out meek apologies for her perceived social blunder.
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