Rissa's Rest like a bird that cannot fly

RE: A shooting star flies overhead and you're left with the following prompt: Memories are heavy on your mind, especially of this last year. You can't help but spend time reliving both the good and the bad, for better or worse.

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.

The woman knew she'd have to return soon, knew that the others would be expecting her. Saga never left the forest, and hardly ever stayed out longer than she had to, but tonight she allowed herself the opportunity to just exist, to be alone with her thoughts, and to let herself actually feel the emotions that came with it. Since her time at the creek with @Adelard she'd been making a conscious effort to stop lying to herself, and perhaps it was working.

Woya was out at her usual hour, seeking sign of her nephew. She didn't expect to cross Saga's scent, but certainly didn't shy away from pursuing it. Once in view, the other woman all but glowed beneath the starlight, and she couldn't help for just a moment but to hate how absolutely breathtaking the wolf her brother had chosen was.

Silence was cloaked over her as she entered the clearing and wordlessly approached her pack mate. Rather than sitting at her side, she stopped a yard or so away to scuff at the snow. Remembering when first they met, before they'd known each others names. Part of her had that same desire to romp now, but for the time being she restrained.

"... gorgeous night, yeah?" she finally opted to speak.

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.

Sága is currently travelling with Huddy, Aubine, Adelard, Rhaegara, Riven, Maugrim & Hrun

The other woman's warmth and conviviality seemed to come so easily, and Woya found herself easily swept along. Obediently her eyes turned toward the heavens above them, witnessing the very end of the star's death. Just a wink of light and then gone. Make a wish, hurry! Saga urged, and her heart hurt. She couldn't grasp just one, and the moment passed quickly.

What use was it? Her sandy sights drifted back toward the earth, to the pillar at her side. Not privy to the cracks within, she felt as though she were witnessing a wolf as eternally unmarred as marble, and envy too began to creep in.

"What did you wish?" she asked just above a whisper. It was taboo to ask, risking the possibility altogether, but they were the only words ringing within her head. She wanted to know more.