Rhapsodist

Happy birthday Rose! It's been an awfully long time since I wrote a true drabble. I forgot how short 100 words is. Hope you enjoy!

Heavily references this heart-to-heart between Melia and Sharla.

The stars were beautiful tonight, truly. Pinpricks poured in swirls, melting gems on crushed velvet. In the chill Valak air, Melia's breath formed the only clouds, and she held it in to avoid spoiling the view.

She should be looking to the Bionis, not the stars. The remnants of her people were scattered here, not there. And yet...

She traced the Rhapsodist's perfect angles. A sculpture carved in lights. Her star sign. According to Sharla, it meant... many things.

Most of them untrue.

Her gaze shied away from where the Pedagogue danced, his star-tipped fingers reaching for the Rhapsodist's hair.