22. Our muses are stargazing
Annamore rested her back against the soft, yet solid cloud underneath her. Next to her, looking slightly less comfortable, a full-sized Thistle was stretched out. She’d had to work to convince him to drink the potion that would make him stomper sized, but it was the best way to take him out so far.
They were both dressed in warmer clothes, as she’d moved her cloud, as she’d promised him once, far north of it’s normal resting place. It was night, but the sky was far from dark, being positively studded with bright stars, while the aurora danced on the horizon, complimenting the stars above. She’d wanted him to be able to see the world like this, at least once.
"What do you think?" She asked shyly, glancing over at him.
The Cupid grinned up at Manny, “Wow, I’ve not seen you in a while, have I?” Without thinking, she stood on her tip-talons and pressed a light kiss to his nose, “I’ve missed you, Manny. What have you been up to, anyways?”