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  1. Beosta had never realized just how good laughing felt. How long had it been? That didn’t matter. She pushed away thoughts of the sphere in her cloak. Bacon is more than welcome to tease her a tad im not sure how she’ll react but it could be interesting
  2. “It was good! It was really funny.” Livetha wove her way around Beosta’s arms and settled on her lap. Beosta burst into laughter again.
  3. She laughed until she was out of breath. “That was really good. Right, Bacon? You can’t say that wasn’t good.”
  4. Beosta wiped the last of the tears away and picked herself a handful. “They’re really more purple than blue. On the inside, at least. Sometimes green.”
  5. “Gladly,” she gasped, wiping an eye. Her grin spread wide across her face.
  6. Still, Beosta’s snort couldn’t be stifled, and she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. “They’re good. Keep orchidding.” She doubled over at her own stolen joke, laughing so hard she cried.
  7. Her laughter approached a shriek, and even after a couple of seconds, she was still snickering. She’s not had much exposure to jokes, you see.
  8. “OH!” She turned red. That had taken an embarrassingly long time, but she laughed anyway. “That was good. I’m just not good with jokes.”
  9. “Oh. Neither have I.” She wasn’t quite sure where he was going with this.
  10. “That’s a nice idea,” she replied, leaning back on her hands. The cool weight of the bracelet settled against her skin. “Flowers brighten things.”
  11. “Yeah. I do,” she admitted. How could she keep it from falling apart? Resin, maybe? Livetha approved of this thought process.
  12. “Dunno.” She took it and smiled, sliding it onto her wrist. “Thank you.” It was surprisingly well made for a grass bracelet, and looking at the flower made her feel like… Like a kid again. She liked that.
  13. Beosta sat up and started braiding the grass.
  14. “No! It’s just—“ She stopped. Her tone had risen to a yell. “Sorry,” she mumbled, and returned her gaze to the sky.
  15. “It’s not new. It’s old. And it’s boring— I promise.”
  16. Nope “NO.” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Uh… let’s not do that.”
  17. “Some of them are silver. Sometimes they’re blue or red or gold or green. Lots of colors.”
  18. “I guess. Just more boring.” She snickered. “Thanks. Hopefully the stars wanted to be red.”
  19. Nightlife. 

    Your life, and nobody else’s. 

    That time when everything goes silent and you’re alone, one singular individual. 

    What do you do with it?

    Think? Sleep? Die? Stare? Wish? Scold? 

    In what order? 

    Alone. 

    There’s something about that. 

  20. “I guess. But they’re all silver. Like… okay, we get it, you like your bling.”
  21. "These stars are boring," Beosta complained. "They're, like, completely monochrome. If I still lived at home, I'd show you real stars." She flopped on her back next to Shoe.
  22. Beosta tried to make a castle out of pie, but the filling spilled everywhere and the walls crumbled, so she made it into a fruit- and crust swamp.
  23. Beosta thought that since her thoughts were circular and not particularly relevant, they weren’t important canonically. She also forgot to worry about narrators in her brain.
  24. So do I, kind of. Beosta frowned. But not really. And I haven’t been traveling long. So I probably shouldn’t even be canonically thinking right now. I guess my author is bored.
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