Her heart thumped uncomfortably against her chest, sitting out in an open stretch of the territory as she gazed towards the sky. Her gaze was filled with mysticism and wonder, a wide smile on her features as she became lost in her surroundings. It reminded her of home. The home she had come from, not the home she had found. It reminded her of the Father and his words, of the tales of the stars, and how they could bring destruction to them all if they were to stray from his words. He’d had a special connection with them, and she’d consumed every word.
Even after she had come to question it and broken away from the Calling as they were called, she had found a mysticism in the stars. She’d continued to focus on it, hoping the Ancestors might speak to her like they had the Father as well… the words had never come, but she never quite gave up hope.
And that was what brought her to go star-gazing this often, whispering prophetic words to herself in the hope that it would summon it.