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During the day, Luna felt distinctly useless here. She had zero survival skills, she’d never been anywhere like this before and she had no way to get off this island. It was beautiful, or would be if they had enough food and shelter. But the nights were her favourite. Far from any civilisation, and no light but the camp fire, the stars shone overhead. Brighter than she’d seen even when her parents would drive them to the countryside. Brighter than that one school camp in cabins in the bush a few kilometres outside a rural town. They spilt across the sky, so numerous that you understood why it was called the Milky Way. The first few nights, Luna had simply stared up at them from beside the camp fire before falling asleep.
Tonight, however, she was restless. Without waking anyone–or at least, so she thought–she walked away from camp, up through the forest. Pushing through the bush, she climbed upwards until she came to a clearing on a small cliff. Beneath her waves crashed against rocks–the constant rhythmic soundtrack to their time here–and above her that beautiful map. But from up here, a different part of the island, she saw what she hadn’t seen the other nights.
“The Southern Cross,” she murmured. Well, that narrowed down where they were to… well, half the planet. Probably somewhere in the middle of the Pacific. Which made sense if they were headed to Hawai’i. But it felt significant to see this constellation she was so familiar with. And now that she’d seen one, she couldn’t help but trace out the others. They’d been lost in the sea of stars before, but now they almost stood out to her, as if shining brighter.
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"—The what now?” The words fell out of Becca before she realized it was probably more polite to announce herself, rather than just blurt a question from the dark and not expect the other blond to maybe not shit herself in surprise. Becca took a step forward into the moonlight, quick to expose herself from the trees. Her hands collected in front of her pelvis, fingers awkwardly tugging at each other because while in normal, everyday life she had no qualms about approaching random strangers and striking up a conversation, but this was different. Everything about this place was different. It had made her different.
“Sorry... I couldn’t sleep either and I figure nobody should traipse the woods alone, y’know, it’s like... Survival 101, so...” Becca trailed off, trying to get a good read of the other girl but it was dark and the moon backlit her, giving her a silver silhouette and not much else for her to go off.
Blond, athin frame, kind of skinny legs... not the kind that took beach runs like the other blond Becca had seen after she’d woken up. No thick arm swimmer arms, or cropped hair. The opposite, really. “Are you talking about the stars?” A stab in the dark. Becca didn’t know too much about astrology, but she knew enough to know that The Southern Cross was foreign to her and while she remained sleepless, she wouldn’t mind at least filling her time with new knowledge.
