There was always something magical when night arrived. How the stars glistened above and beamed down upon ; some would say that is the wolven ancestors looking upon the world. some say it's millions of other lands like their own.. Far, far away from where their paws could reach. Immortals to the skies, Gods looking upon them ; so many fables to say that none truly knew, and only imagine of the what ifs. Aries too could only ponder, every tale was an interest to know.
She knew she was named after stars. The constellations that stood high in the sky and formed fables and myths: and there was she, the constellation of Aries. A ram found in the mountains, eternally in the sky.. The snow-mistress stood upon the lake, just on the edges of the frozen land as she looked to the sky. Something twinkled, and something fell.
Shooting stars.
She knew she was named after stars. The constellations that stood high in the sky and formed fables and myths: and there was she, the constellation of Aries. A ram found in the mountains, eternally in the sky.. The snow-mistress stood upon the lake, just on the edges of the frozen land as she looked to the sky. Something twinkled, and something fell.
Shooting stars.
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