> The figure just lay there, eyes glued to the exosphere above. Domaia neared
> and realized that the figure was a person familiar to her. She had found the
> queenrider Lacey deep in contemplation of somesuch idea or plan. 
> 
> For a time, Domaia was silent, as she didn't want to disturb the other
> rider's meditations. After a short while, though, she spoke up, herself
> looking up towards the night sky.
> 
> "Lacey," she asked, "What all's up there?"

Lacey softly breathed one word. "Freedom."

Domaia looked at her, waiting for her to say maore, and Lacey eventually
did.

"I love Garnet, but sometimes all I want to do is take off across the
night sky, flying, noone to tell me what to do or tell me I have to have
an escort. I want to be able to shoot across the night sky like one of
those shooting stars." Lacey pointed at one as it fell from the sky.

"But don't people say shooting stars burn up all their energy too
quickly?"Domaia asked.

"Thats what they say....but I wouldn't care. At least I would have lived
and be noticed in my death."


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