Saga sat motionless in the snowy glade, her pear-toned gaze fixated on the heavens above. The stars somehow seemed brighter than usual, and the lack of clouds only seemed to corroborate that observation. Perhaps it had just been too long since she'd taken the time to stop and look up.

One thought blended into the next, Aweho, and Hudson, and Adelard, and the absence of her Gods. She'd been brought to these lands against her will, had forged ahead and found her own silver lining, but everything she'd done, everything she'd tried to build was being taken from her, piece by piece and Saga wasn't really sure how much more she could take. Something had to give.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting there before she became aware of Woya's presence, signalled first by the scuffling of snow under paws, and the woman's familiar perfume on the breeze. Saga turned, her bright eyes finding the woman with ease. "I can't remember a time where the stars were ever so bright." Her gaze returned to the sky just in time to see a light begin streaking across the horizon. "Woya, look!" She said, her maw pointing directly at it. Make a wish, hurry!" Perhaps if the Gods wouldn't listen, the universe would.