[open] To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered [Any]

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Her eyes shift in front of him, spiraling not unlike her galaxies. Curious, he steps closer, until his cheek is against hers if she doesn’t pull away. Not quite like the stars, the brindle decides, and steps back to look at those again as she speaks of being a traveller. “Islandres is the most beautiful,” He tells her absently. “Calm and quiet, and Islay and Fenwe would love to have you.” Gale knows better than to offer Ciri a place in Hyaline. There are many good reasons not to (he doesn’t know if he even should, doing so would place someone else in the blast radius of his Curse, she clearly has a history with the place, and so he doesn’t ask. Or rather, he doesn’t mean to, and yet the words come out of his mouth anyway with the strangest sort of sensation. “Though nowhere else has wisteria quite like Hyaline. Maybe you could come back sometime.” The words are true, but they have left an oily taste on Gale's tongue. He is grateful that his face is turned away from Ciri, though he shakes his head and displaces his white forelock while doing so. He does not usually remember when the Curse speaks. Is this a good sign? Or a bad one? @[Ciri]