#dearestfrey

Psst, I actually wanna name it Starry Sky Cafe kjsdkjsdka sorry ; w ;

☆ @constellux @dearestfrey @bathlovingwitch @strawberrystarwatcher @ofspicesandstars ☆

Alicia wasn’t one to talk about her feelings often, but when it came to the group at the Kismet Planetarium, she didn’t mind showing her appreciation every so often. They had grown on her much like a family and being that she wasn’t close with most of her own, she was glad to have another so close.

“Everyone, it’s your lucky day~”

The fortuneteller walked into her place of work with five blue lisianthuses, one for each of her co-workers.

@constellux, @crystalball-predictions, @ofspicesandstars, @strawberrystarwatcher & @dearestfrey YOOO STAR FAM ★

[★] — Melody never grew up with a family. Not a conventional one, anyway. 

And though it remained to be a source of both motivation and sadness for her, even to this day, she was grateful for the people she did have in her life. The wonderful friends and co-workers who, in her short time here, had already become like family to her. She had truly been blessed.

So when the Flower Festival comes around, she bursts into the Planetarium, excitedly giving out bouquets to every and any one she came across. Each one consisted of pink peonies, blue roses and red alstroemerias--- all a very colorful way of representing her relationship with them, she thinks. Good-hearted and close knit friends, all with a shared love for something out of their reach.

And yet, they never stopped reaching. That was a philosophy Melody herself personally lived by.

@dearestfrey;

[🐎] — With a yawn and stretch, Georgia walks over to the mint-haired girl standing out in the pastures, her most recent employ at the ranch, and someone she was definitely intent on getting to know better. A good boss kept themselves acquainted with the people that worked under them, after all!

three years ago...

✧ Vishnal doesn’t think he’s really sat down since the boat launched. He could, of course... Not many people are on this particular voyage, anyways. But his legs can’t stop jumping whenever he even tries to sit, and he taps out a rhythm on the railing as he stares out at the waves. He feels them in his body, tossing and turning his stomach, his lungs, his heart, up in a big, weird soup of excitement.

✧ And nervousness.

✧ He’s never really been this far away from home, before, and this time he’s moving. He had promised his family to see them soon, kissing each of them on the forehead to varying degrees of success and/or participation. He remembers their waves and grins, especially those of the younger siblings, who thought their big brother was going on some grand adventure.

✧ Their final pieces of advice ring in his head, too. Some were a little too heavy for moving out, but he still keeps them close to his heart.

✧ The one he follows first is his little sister Aira’s. She’s only five, but she had some fantastic life advice to give with such a serious expression: Make friends or be sad.

✧ Well, he definitely doesn’t want to be sad! So he turns to another passenger, one with a shade of hair matching his own pale tone.

✧ “Have you ever been on the ocean before?”

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Dylas always seemed to get out of work late so it was always dark and the stars lit up the sky when he was heading home. While work didn't end early enough to spare some daylight today, it was just in time for the supposed meteor that was supposed to shoot through the sky.

Not that he was excited or anything for that.

He went about his usual way on the path until he came to a grassy area. He didn't see any benches around, not that he really cared. He was bound to lie on the ground anyway. It gave a better viewing experience as opposed to holding his neck up in an awkward position. Dylas plopped down on the grass and reclined onto his back. With one arm, he propped up his head while the other arm rested on his torso.

After some time, he heard footsteps along the path. Normally, this wouldn't really bother him. However, those footsteps began to sound closer. Instinctively, he shot up from his position on the grass to see who it was. 

@dearestfrey;

[★] — When Melody opens her eyes, the sky that greeted her was one of darkness, its only source of light being the moon, and a sparkling canopy of stars. She blinks for a moment, trying to focus her eyesight as she sits up, trying to remember what she had been doing before she nodded off.

Rubbing her eye, she glances around the hill she was currently seated on, the feel of cool grass pricking at her legs and fingers. When she looks down at her lap, she sees a book-- a recipe book for several different potions and alchemical concoctions, and realization begins to dawn on her. “Oh...” 

She’d come out to a hill on the outskirts of the island, near the farmlands, and had been doing some reading when she ended up dozing off. But it was still noon time when she fell asleep, though... yeesh, she must’ve been out here for a while. 

“Alright! Time to head back home...” She says to herself, nestling her book under her arm as she brushes off her cloak and gets back to her feet, ready to head back when she sees--- 

“Frey!?”

She shall be missed! Farewell, star girl...