Seeing the night sky was always a dream come true for the ex-Queen. Every night she’d stare up toward it, regardless of the weather. It never got old, really. After so long of being unable to see anything but a dark stone sky, it was a breath of fresh air to stare at anything else.
So, when the clouds were cut by glimmering meteors racing by, a gasp escaped Toriel. She’d never had a chance to see a meteor shower before. She’d heard of them, of course, but seeing it with your own eyes was something else entirely. Sunset hues swell, warbling as tears well and flow down her cheeks. She was thankful to finally be on the Surface, even if it was in lands unknown. Finally being free of the glorified jail that was the Underground. Living in peace rather than a war. It was all still a fairy-tale brought to life for her.
