The house was quiet, not silent, but quiet. Alastair could be heard snoring from his room down the fall, and Kaldurah was mumbling something drowsily. The whole house was asleep, every room dark except for the living room. On the floor, back resting against the sofa, sat the queen-without-a-kingdom. She didn't look much like a queen. Her cheeks were sunken in, her eyes dull and hollow. What had once been a flowing mane of silvery hair was now a tangled mess tied in a knot atop her head. Fallion was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of running, tired of sleeping. The emptiness gnawed at her. It had been gnawing at her since she fled home.
Her feet scuffed the rug as she rose and crossed the room to the garden doors. They were made entirely of glass, yet she could see nothing of the manicured garden outside. The world was black as pitch. The night called to her, seduced her, tempting her to slip outside and clothe herself in the inky balm. Desire gave in and a soft gasp escaped her lips as a the cold air washed over her. Outside the world was silent. Although the wind was blowing, no leaves stirred, no animals spoke. She was alone in the night.
Grass tickled her toes, tickled her neck, her ears. She lay on the lawn and stared up at the sky. While the world was dark, the sky had never been brighter. Stars covered the sky like the freckles on the baker's wife. At first glance the sky looked almost black, but as her eyes adjusted to the gloom Fallion saw the hints of colours as the galaxy unfolded before her. A flash of white crossed the sky, there and gone in the span of a heart beat.
"Make a wish." Fallion jumped. She'd never heard him creep up on her.
"What was it?" She asked.
"The Guiding Star." Eden replied. He sat down beside her on the grass and Fallion felt his warmth wash over her.
"What's the Guiding Star?"
"The star that shows it's family the way during their migration across the sky." He said it like it was obvious.
"What-" She was cut off as suddenly the whole world was alight. Hundreds of thousands of stars began streaming across the sky. What had once been a world of pitch and ink was now bathed in the purest of light. For a moment the emptiness stopped eating away at her. For a moment she felt almost content. "It's beautiful..." She gasped.
"This migration happens every year, but I couldn't miss the chance to see it again." Eden murmured. "You being out here to witness it with me was an added bonus." Fallion glanced at him. The stars speeding across the sky lit up his skyward face. There was a beauty in him she had not noticed before. He was objectively handsome with his tan skin, full lips and glossy hair, but the way the stars highlighted his jaw, turned his black hair to a midnight blue... Something stirred in Fallion and she wasn't sure whether or not she liked it. Part of her wanted to get up and leave and rip apart the butterflies that were flitting about in her belly. The other part of her wanted to stay with him, talk to him. Just enjoy his presence. She rose abruptly.
"Goodnight." Her words were curt, cold and dismissive. She began to stride back towards the house. Eden didn't say anything but her heart wished he did. As soon as the garden door clicked behind her Fallion cursed herself. Cursed herself for giving into her fear, giving into her nature and fleeing from such a perfect moment.