Comet handed you a wooden bowl that was filled with warm soup, sitting a polite distance beside you. She was wearing a different cloak today- not her normal bright purple. It was her dark purple-indigo one. It had a fluffed up hood- it seemed pretty comfortable.

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Comet took a sip of her soup, gazing up at the sky. It was late evening, and the moon was already a decent height in the sky. The stars were also starting to come out eat and right, like a flick of white paint on a black canvas.

It was nicer in the Outskirts then you had intended it to be. The Outskirts were known to be dangerous- since objects die from the harsh environment of the limitless grasslands. In the daytime, when you just stare straight ahead, it's just grass as far as the eye can see. Yet, if you look behind, there could be trees, or the city of the Rings, or just more grass. It would most likely be grass.

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Comet squinted her eyes, lowering the half empty bowl of soup into her lap. Why were the stars so... bright? It felt like millions of flashlights were shining down on her, pointing at her. Just a big white glare in her vision.

Comet pulled her hood down over her eyes, taking another quick sip of her supper before mumbling to you.

"Do you see how... bright the stars are?"