Mar 5, 2020
🌠- A time they wished upon a falling star ((is it okay if I ask for Muirgen for this one?)
She’s young, barely in the two digits. She and her brother, Cillian, were staying at their grandmother’s cabin for the spring as they do every year. They were stargazing together, but he’d already fallen asleep in the hammock they were sharing. Just her and the stars and the thick blanket they’d wrapped up in.
A flash of light streaked across the sky, and she had to resist squealing-- waking him would be pointless since he’d already missed it.
“I wish,” she whispered, “that mom and dad would lighten up on Cillian and let him do what he wants to do.”