[ She joins him on the grass, letting the hood fall back and away from her face as she lays down and rests her hands one on top of the other at her ribs and crosses her legs at her ankles.
At his question, she smiles a little to herself. She's a romantic; when she was younger, she used to look up at the skies on Earth and wish she could see what all was out there, even though she loved Earth to bits. It has always been in her nature, after all, to want more, and before she realized she could take things into her own hands (and quite literally so) she would merely wish on stars that were barely visible, on fallen eyelashes, on strips of paper during Tanabata.
(While Peter was gone, she often found herself staring up at the sky, stars or none, murmuring silent wishes--prayers, almost--that he was okay.) ]
Of course I have. Why, are you making some right now?
[ She turns her head sightly to see his face; hers offers a gentle smile. ]
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At his question, she smiles a little to herself. She's a romantic; when she was younger, she used to look up at the skies on Earth and wish she could see what all was out there, even though she loved Earth to bits. It has always been in her nature, after all, to want more, and before she realized she could take things into her own hands (and quite literally so) she would merely wish on stars that were barely visible, on fallen eyelashes, on strips of paper during Tanabata.
(While Peter was gone, she often found herself staring up at the sky, stars or none, murmuring silent wishes--prayers, almost--that he was okay.) ]
Of course I have. Why, are you making some right now?
[ She turns her head sightly to see his face; hers offers a gentle smile. ]