Most would never notice.
Only those who watched the night sky enough to notice every star spangled across the ink black banner would likely realize that there was one fewer pinprick of light.
Oh, it was an inconsequential light that'd gone missing. It hadn't died out, it hadn't dimmed; it'd gone missing. Except that since hardly anyone noticed it, how could it be truly missed" It wasn't a member of any important constellation after all.
Sidra hadn't been given that honor. Perhaps one day she might, but she was such a young star! You better bet the other celestial bodies didn't let her forget it either.
Maybe another millennia or two, she thought. It was odd to feel the sensation of a single voice bounding around in her head: her own. Within the Sea she was just another voice amidst thousands. Millions" It's hard to keep track when your existence is too abstract to have defined parameters.
Having a body was weird, too. She could touch things. She could touch herself! Not like that. Pervert. That was a term she'd learned very quickly while walking naked down the street. She hadn't known that clothing was needed, no one told her. Not that she'd asked.
So now she had a body and clothes. Now to work on her voice.
"Hello." No response.
"Hello," she tried again, with more force. But the plastic man behind the glass didn't respond. She rapped on the glass. It was no use! She turned from the window display wearing the man's suit. Not his actual suit, just an exact replica.
Ahead there was a market. A bustle. The thrum of life.
And so the missing star went to go be where the people are.
I wanna be, where the people are I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin' Walkin' around on those Whad'ya call 'em?
Oh, feet, flippin' your fins you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a What's that word again, street
Up where they walk, up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free
(OOC- You're more than welcome to notice a star winking out of existence.)
Only those who watched the night sky enough to notice every star spangled across the ink black banner would likely realize that there was one fewer pinprick of light.
Oh, it was an inconsequential light that'd gone missing. It hadn't died out, it hadn't dimmed; it'd gone missing. Except that since hardly anyone noticed it, how could it be truly missed" It wasn't a member of any important constellation after all.
Sidra hadn't been given that honor. Perhaps one day she might, but she was such a young star! You better bet the other celestial bodies didn't let her forget it either.
Maybe another millennia or two, she thought. It was odd to feel the sensation of a single voice bounding around in her head: her own. Within the Sea she was just another voice amidst thousands. Millions" It's hard to keep track when your existence is too abstract to have defined parameters.
Having a body was weird, too. She could touch things. She could touch herself! Not like that. Pervert. That was a term she'd learned very quickly while walking naked down the street. She hadn't known that clothing was needed, no one told her. Not that she'd asked.
So now she had a body and clothes. Now to work on her voice.
"Hello." No response.
"Hello," she tried again, with more force. But the plastic man behind the glass didn't respond. She rapped on the glass. It was no use! She turned from the window display wearing the man's suit. Not his actual suit, just an exact replica.
Ahead there was a market. A bustle. The thrum of life.
And so the missing star went to go be where the people are.
I wanna be, where the people are I wanna see, wanna see 'em dancin' Walkin' around on those Whad'ya call 'em?
Oh, feet, flippin' your fins you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a What's that word again, street
Up where they walk, up where they run Up where they stay all day in the sun Wanderin' free
(OOC- You're more than welcome to notice a star winking out of existence.)