"I hope someone will be good to Jasy." She whispered a wish.
After she finished, she felt it was not enough.
She added in an even quieter voice: "The lifelong kind."
Her mother was also good to her, but her mother couldn't accompany her for a lifetime.
After making a wish, she propped her cheek and continued to gaze at the vast stars, completely unaware that Sylvan Cheney was standing behind her.
The young Sylvan, always mature for his age, didn't understand her actions and frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Watching the stars. They're really pretty."
"What's there to watch, aren't they the same every night?"
"They're not the same, the number of stars that appear each night is different! Different stars make different pictures!" She argued back, neck stiffened.
Sylvan Cheney was disdainful: "Childish."
