She had come from the sky, one day the sky would come back for her. For now? For now Lucy would love her life more than anything else. Her momma, her sisters, all of it. Everything. Everything was wonderful, everything was lovely. Her family, her home, everything was so beautiful and so lovely. They spent their days being attached so closely, even more so with the rain. They would stay inside with the rain, and let it… let it cover them, swallow them up, not carry them away. This time they would not get carried away with it, or by it.
Lucy can hear her sister calling her name, remembering that… oh. That. That is her name. Lucy… sisters… she can hear it. The mouth of their den, she can hear it. Lucy rises to her paws and makes her way to where her younger sister calls, head quirking softly to the side. She’s curious. Oh. Oh. “Oh!”
The starchild moves to her sister’s side, tail wagging fiercely. “They came to say hello!” Her voice is soft, breathless, musical in a way. How delightful. Her eyes are wide, filled with light. There were stars everywhere, and Lucy was one of them.
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