Ice had camped out again. The stars in the night sky so bright above her as she lay on her bed roll. You could see Mars a brillant red in the blackness silk above. The stars looked like shimmering dimond's on a pallet of black. The moon was a chrystal globe. So close it seemed as if Ice could just reach out and touch it.
Ice sat looking to the sky for a long time remembering every thing her Master and her Father had told her. Ice and her father were sitting on the bench in the garden looking up. He said "Ice do you Know what they are made from? She had told him"No I don't Father? Are they chrystals? He had smiled. "It is said they are the souls of the died. The pure hearted ones who are free from the earth to transverse the sky's. But that may not be true child. "They " he said sweeping his hand indicating the whole sky "are what you believe Ice."
"Really father" she had said in excitment. For a long while after they had stayed there in the garden. Sitting quietly watching. Ice remembered a great many times they had sat under the stars, making up wild ideas of what they could be made of.
When Ice finally got to sleep it was with no small sadness and disapointment that they shall never again watch the stars together.
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