Hh’eily, Hh’eily!

(The night sky was beautiful tonight, an Aurora Borealis adorned it like paper jewels stretched to their limit, bending and breaking in brilliant shades of color. The crash site which the meteorite, Hh’eily, landed in smoldered with flames, but her whited out eyes could only stare up in wonder and awe at the sight of the sky. Her body, adorably, changed color in tune with the Aurora Borealis, attempting to mimic it as she giggled, the plant-life rotting around her.)