the soldier and the bard

Bare feet look up to the sky.It is sparkling with thousands of stars that litter it continuously, and Chayanne and Tallulah watch it with equal amounts of awe in their eyes.Yet Chayanne still has his hand on the thick iron hilt of his sword, tilted towards the sky where his eyes stare now, each constellation reflected there in his eyes like a pond would reflect his face back at him as he stared upwards. He felt like his body would ripple like the water in the buckets they carried up to the top of the Wall if he moved, so he didn't even shudder at the cold wind rushing through his bones.Tallulah held her flute close to her chest, the stars a wonder beyond what she could comprehend. Starry night skies were a weekly occurrence now in Isla Quesadilla, but Tallulah still hadn't gotten over the shock she'd had when her Tío Technoblade had taught her about the way each star connected to another in the sky, like their family had connected.-Phil knows more about this World than anyone would. But this time, he doesn't know how to navigate the hardened ways of war.