Today, as per usual, Cessair found Azalea out on the balcony, looking up at the stars. At the ships zipping by their planet.

Nobody was brave enough to invade without an army twice their size. And even then, they seemed to have a strange ambition nobody else in the galaxy shared.

Cessair joined her on the balcony, positioning himself to her right and leaning forward.

“You’re up late, Azzy.”

He mused, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked her over. She was still in her pajamas.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

He asked simply, rubbing his eyes. They were all in the same boat — he knew the feeling.