[Well, that's okay, she thinks. It isn't as though she has any pressing plans for so long as she is here. So... observing the night sky with him every night.
... It sounds nice.
She tips her head back to look at the stars, brow furrowed hard as she thinks and tries to connect them into parsable shapes. Finally, she lifts a gloved hand to trace a few of the stars.]
I think... that these stars all together make an anvil!
[It's a reasonably simple shape, which is probably why it wasn't hard for her to put together.]
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... It sounds nice.
She tips her head back to look at the stars, brow furrowed hard as she thinks and tries to connect them into parsable shapes. Finally, she lifts a gloved hand to trace a few of the stars.]
I think... that these stars all together make an anvil!
[It's a reasonably simple shape, which is probably why it wasn't hard for her to put together.]