Chapter 23 - Let Us Make It Ours

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A/N: I am so sorry! Only one chapter this week. We'll meet Polaris next week, I promise! For now, things fall apart...

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Asha's knuckles rapped against the top of the chest, "Sol?"

It opened with a low creak. The boy peered over the lifted lid, resting his elbow against the seam, "You can't sleep, can you?"

She shook her head.

"Me neither," he sighed, emerging fully. He levitated for a second before his feet settled against the floor. He hadn't been flying much lately. True, he was doing a good job at playing down a lot of his more.... apparent features. But he could always be comfortable when it was only the two of them. At least, that's what the girl had thought. Her finger wound one of her braids around and around.

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

"Absolutely," the star leaned against the wall.

"Oh..okay...good," brushing away her concern with some effort, she shifted her legs over and patted the empty spot left behind, "Want to talk?"

The boy's eyes grew wide as he stared at the space offered to him. So inviting....so close...but the old man's words cleaved his wandering thoughts like an axe through a log.

He gulped, "I-I much prefer it over here," his words were clumsy.

Her lips dipped for a second before jumping up again, a once lazy smile now fixed and strained. He had to look away. I'm sorry.

"Well then," something clicked at the back of her throat, "You'll be going home, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You must be excited. It's been...what...a bit over a month now?"

Sol shrugged.

"Fine..." she mumbled, "...I'll take that as a no." She leaned forward, grasping the baseboard, "You know, you're usually the talkative one in these situations...you gotta give me something to work with here!"

"I don't like it much up there."

Her head drifted to the side, "Weird, I'd think that would be more your...natural habitat."

He gave a light snort, "You talk about me like I'm a bird or something."

Asha's eyebrow raised along with her sardonic lips, "Your point?"

The boy thought about it for a second. Coming up with nothing he snickered, "Touché."

"So," she settled back on her haunches, "what's so bad about your home?"

"It's not...bad. Just..." he sighed, "different. Not nearly as fun and very..." he screwed up his face into some approximation of snobbery, "...proper."

Asha snorted at the absurd expression. The star broke equally as fast. Their laughter mingled in chorus until they realized the hour and mutually started hushing each other. Amidst their dissipating cackles, curiosity got the better of the girl, "So I suppose that's what your brother's like?"

The light faded from his eyes, "He's a very serious man. But I suppose it's important for him to be. He's like a sheriff, you know," he drew circles in the air, "the entire night sky spins around him. He keeps things in check...like me and..."

"Constellations...like Cassiopeia?"

"Definitely. He uh..." the boy squirmed, "he really didn't take her running away well. I kinda thought that was the real reason I was sky-bound for so long."

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