WE ARE MADE OF STARDUST || o, weekly task

It seemed like Pele was always up to something, but at least it wasn't going to result in injury or trouble this time. Sylva padded over and took a seat beside Luna, glancing around at everyone gathered, then up at the charts that had been arranged about the room. She herself was pretty intrigued by astrology, though the idea of space being so large was a bit intimidating. There were so many things out there that were larger than them, that much she knew already.

Focusing on her sibling, she flashed her an encouraging smile, interested in what she would have to say.

"SPEECH"

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