[ at all of five and a half feet tall, a teenager in a silvery parka does not look like she should be anywhere near rampaging beasts. it really looks like piper is about to reenact mufasa's death by wildebeest until she takes a deep breath and shouts: ]

Stop!

[ her voice is full and rich and authoritative and the beetle twenty feet from making her a piper-kebab stops. piper lets out that breath in a rush like maybe she wasn't 100% sure that was going to be successful and probably should have had at least one back up plan. another quick couple of breaths to get her bearings. ]

Um. Follow that guy. [ it's less sure, the honeyed words missing some of their honey before piper tries again more successfully. ] Follow that guy! [ the beetle turns and follows the lemming like rush of beetles being herded from the city and piper exhales heavily. ] I didn't think I'd ever add insect herder to my resume.

[ maybe she is just a sucker for a work of art, natural or otherwise, but piper finds herself drawn to the caves, wandering through on her own and nibbling on a piece of rock candy as she goes. they're really on the nose with that one.

to herself, or maybe to someone else, she murmurs: ] I wonder what they're made of.

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A lot of us are from different worlds or planets I guess? Alternate universe or something like that so our stars are different.

Tell me about your favorite constellation!

( be free my beautiful caterpillars, do what you want. )