to DYE for (pun intended)

With the warmer days comes more sunlight and that means less clouds in the sky. While that may not seem important to many, for Andy, it means more uninterrupted views of the night sky. The girl is in her glass observation post, up on First Point Light, painstakingly coping one of her pervious star charts onto a fresh sheet of parchment when a call rings out from down in the Col. Pausing in her work, ink staining her toes around where the quill is held between her right toes.

Looking behind her where the door is, the purple girl decides to take a break and see what Halo needs. Setting the feathered quill aside, Andy stands and rolls her shoulders, working out the kinks that have settled in the muscles while she concentrated on her work. Swiftly, she leaves her post, moving down the path and to where Halo waits. Upon arriving, she finds the healer and her brother, Dread, standing around various vegetables while Halo works to get a fire going.

With a grin, she joins them, catching her brother’s words as she approaches. Eyes move to the pale healer as the girl says, “I heard you call for some help. Well, here I am!” Andy is happy, the nice weather helping lift her spirits. Plus, Dread is here and she hasn’t gotten to spend much time with the broody boy. Who knows, this could be fun!


"Andromeda Fatalis"