"Let me." I push Runaan out of the way.
I draw a rune in my hand and shoot out fire. He looks up at me.
"No need to thank me." I say.
"I wasn't going to." He says.
I sit down on the grass. I look up at the stars. In my prison there were no stars. I suppose I should be grateful. I was born among the stars. I was born in the heavens. Born among stars. Creation. The oldest creation of the earth was stars.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Oh nothing. Just... haven't seen the stars for over... a long time." I lean back.
"I know you're a being from the sky. What was it like living amongst the star?" He asks.
I let out a breath. I turn. He stands up and sits next to me. I scoot a little away.
"How to describe it in a term you will understand..." I mutter.
I pause. Runaan just looks at me.
"Hard." I finally say.
"Hard?" He asks.
"You wouldn't understand." I turn.
I rest my head on the dirt.
"I'm sorry." I hear him say.
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