[ Another thing, but this is too permanent. Is he always going to find that now? Always think about it. Guren stares like he wants to rip those particular stars from the sky, but he doesn’t say anything about it. He hums, like he acknowledges it, but he moves their joined hands to trace something else in the sky.
A tulip. Or, well, the simple shape a child would say is a tulip. ]
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A tulip. Or, well, the simple shape a child would say is a tulip. ]