Submission (#3561) Approved

Prizma rolls awake, shaking off the blanket. Roswell starts, surprised she hadn't moved in two weeks... although it isn't terribly uncommon to hear of plushies hibernating at points. She stretches and hands the blanket back to him, sitting to finally watch the stars. After so long, they've moved it seems, as she settles by the railing she points out ancient constellations and how they've shifted.