After everything, life hadn't returned to normal for a while. The battles were won, Honerva was defeated, lives continued. Allura had helped to save everything. And with that alchemy, somehow, by some luck, Altea had returned. It had been reconstructed, reformed into it's former beauty. She had her home planet again. She and all the other Alteans who watched their planet be destroyed, finally had their home back. The rock rains, the rolling hills. The crystal blue sky, the lush fields of purple juniberry flowers.

But, saving all of life came with fame. So when she finally came back after the war was won, there was an affront of grateful people and celebrations. Of course, she appreciated it. But she wanted so badly to relax. For two months after the war there was barely time to sleep. She had so many things to organize with other leaders, she had speeches to give, ceremonies to attend, contracts and treaties and conferences. Rebuilding both Earth and Altea and all the thousands of planets that were hanging on by a thread after being held under the Galra's claws for so long.

Now finally, when most of it had become a well-oiled machine, she could finally relax. Back in the grass she had touched ten thousand years ago, under the same clouds and surrounded by the same air. Oh, how she missed it. It felt strange to be breathing it's air again. She missed her father, and her mother, and all those Alteans ten thousand years ago. But she was back, and she had time. She could enjoy it for all of those who would never get back. Another pressure on her, but this time, it felt welcome. Something about the atmosphere calmed her, the warm feeling of safety that simply sitting in the grass could bring.

Away from everyone, almost. She had a friend with her. All the socializing she'd done meant she had new companions. Like the one who was now sitting behind her, chatting, hands in her hair--long and silver-white and beautiful.

"I've been wanting to try something newer. I've had the same hair for ten thousand years."