All she ever wanted were starseeds.
She had doubled her efforts to maintain her desires and her duties, meticulous with her numbers. If she were lucky, she could manage two with a starseed to herself and one to Metallia. If not, she weighed the mattered, and reluctantly turned it in to wait out another chance for more.
This night was a repetition of others, as she stood over the battered form of a fallen page with their starseed glinting brightly in her hand, as if desperate to return to the husk of a body at her ankle. Sarabauite swallowed thickly and tried everything within her person not to swallow it whole, snapping her attention to a blare of white off to her right.
Will I be able to get two tonight? she hoped, dashing off toward the source. Let it be so!
Merurulince
hope this is okay!