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daughterofstars
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Ganymede was having a peculiar day thus far. She'd woken up while the sun was still hanging in the sky and decided she couldn't fight wakefulness anymore.
She got up and found a pale, round stone in her shoe. Such a strange thing to find right off, first thing in the day. After, as she moved out to her well for a bit of a splash (such a fun sensation for a star; she did so enjoy the physical pleasures of living on earth) an old tune she knew from her youth got stuck in her head.
A lass of beauty
And of lies
She sings a rondel
Among her sighs
They love to follow
And drink her mead
Though the lass of beauty
Does not heed
Such a strange song, one of the old folk tunes sung by the gypsies who roved the earth, and stopped with fascination at the place where the star girl lived. She hummed it now, the lyrics running through her pretty head. On the way back to her house she found a twig with two leaves laying on the ground, pointing towards New Meridian. She had no skill for reading signs, but she thought perhaps this was an indication she should go into town.
She hadn't been into New Meridian in a long while. She preferred the quiet of Homestead, and even Salem over the hustle and bustle of the city. But every once in awhile it was nice to get out and meet new people, experience new things. She dressed in her prettiest clothing and brushed her long hair back into a braid, slipped on her most comfortable shoes. She headed to the city and wondered who she might meet.
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