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[an_evening_star]

It had taken a while - and a good deal of cursing to herself - to maneuver the sleeping boy from on top of her, fingers curling sleepily at her waist, and into a far more respectable position without waking him. She did, however, allow his head to remain resting in her lap, her own fingers carding lightly through his hair as she watches him sleep.

She's not particularly surprised to find herself smiling anymore, to feel the gentle tingling skimming its way along her fingertips. It's almost strange just how much it isn't strange at all, and she wonders where her hatred had gone. She knows that it was there, she had felt it - low and hissing - but now there was nothing more than that rising tenderness that she can't quite rid herself of.

She doesn't particularly want to either.

There's a soft rustle in the grass behind her and her head cants slightly, eyes casting over her shoulder upon the figure of the dark-haired woman from the caravan. The star nods a silent greeting as the woman stops at her side, gazing down at the boy in her lap.

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[an_evening_star]

"I do not think that I believe you," says the star - and, really, it's not so much that she thinks she's lying as she thinks that she's not telling the whole truth. "Or trust you."

The lonely cry of a night bird sounds in the trees, unexpectedly loud in the stillness, and the star watches the woman's thin fingers quietly. She makes no protest, though she isn't quite certain why.

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"I saw the topaz about your waist when I was a bird," she explains, getting to her feet. Her eyes never leave Tristran.

"I've seen it on you, and quickly recognized it for what it was." She gestures to her waist.

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Yvaine wonders, for a moment, where all of her unnatural jealousy has gone. Not that she misses it in any sort of way, just - she's gotten used to it a bit.

"How?" she asks pointedly, because that's what matters. "How did you recognize it?"

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The dark-haired woman doesn't answer. She watches the star for a moment, her expression vague and almost blank, then shaking her head she turns to walk back the way she came.

She turns to look over her shoulder, then spares one last glance at Tristran, before she walks on, slowly becoming a silhouette.

And then she is taken by the night.

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The star peers after her for a few moments, watching the empty night air that she had disappeared into vaguely.

With a sigh her gaze returns to her lap and she smiles softly, leaning down to brush the obstinate locks of hair out of his eyes once more.

"Even worse than you," she whispers against his skin, lips lingering against his temple a bit longer than necessary.

He sleeps on nevertheless.