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[ it's cold at night, but perhaps not cold enough to keep a fairy from an old habit. she keeps her robe wrapped tight around her when she sits on the ground, not far from a man staring off into the sky above them. he can tell her if she isn't welcome, it's hard to be offended after the day they've had.

so she lies back, quiet for a moment, taking in a sky she'll have to learn just as she did the last one. she almost wishes it was the same as Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest; that she could look up and see something of a home she's had, instead of having to start over.]

They're different everywhere, aren't they?

[ the stars. like they can't even share an entire sky with another world.]