Submission (#95) Approved

When all has finally fallen quiet in the home she is staying in for the miasma season and the sun has long since dipped below the horizon, Theia spends these many hushed nights staring out a large paned window at the glittering stars. She has a routine at this point, spend the day entertaining a group of restless kittoms with her partner, telling stories and playing games keeping them out of major chaos (It's impossible to prevent all trouble). Then they make sure all the little ones have been fed and bathed before tucking them into bed. The pair help the other adults clean what messes have been made and prepare some meals for the next day then they all bid one another goodnight. Theia has a hard time sleeping, however and it is at night that she grows unsettled and takes to her seat at the window. It isn't that she doesn't like the soft rolling hills and perfumed air of the Faerindell hamlet she is currently residing in but the softly shining stars make her heart yearn for a similarly sparkling land. She's always been a child of Silveil at heart and the depths of night remind her of her ever shrouded homeland. Whilst she loves travel and seeing new places, the rauckous noise and twinkling of the city always calls her back. She can't wait to travel there as soon as she is able, the nights where she is now are too silent. In Silveil City the night is never silent, it never truly sleeps.