✮ = stargazing .
It's a quiet night. As quiet as the desert ever is, filled with the soft skittering of rodents, the lilting song of insects rising to meet the moon. And oh, what a delightfully clear night it is, far enough from Vegas, from the ruins of the world, that the stars paint themselves in depths unknowable, a gaping, gasping tapestry of a universe stretching so beyond this meager planet.
Nadine finds Bessa staring up at those stars. She wonders if the stars of Mid-World look different. Hell, the stars here are different from the stars of New York, how much more wildly different they must be realities apart.
She doesn't say anything. She just sits down and draws her knees the best she can against her swelling stomach. Nadine tilts her head up to the sky and let's herself be lost.
How small they are, two goddesses swallowed by a sea of stars.
