The sky lit up with ten thousand flares, and two stars circled each other in the night.
She looked at the ground, and with a sigh, picked up her hat. A brief attempt was made to purge the crinkles her excitement had brought upon the poor object, but it was all for naught. She sighed again. A perfectly good hat, ruined. Still, she couldn't remain down for long. Today was a day for happiness.
She looked up at the sky again, and smiled. A single hat was a perfectly adequate sacrifice.
A glance was made at her, rather expensive, camera sitting on top of her bag. That, she would rather not sacrifice, if she had anything to say about it.
She reached down for the camera. Probably best for the thing to go into the bag, she decided.
“Finally, god... There are entirely too many alternate universes for anyone's own good.” An unknown voice complained from behind her.
She blinked, and turned to look at the speaker.
A teenage girl, with long and dark curly hair. The teen was rather plain faced and wearing some truly out of date fashion. Jeans? Who even sold those anymore?
Still, if the teenagers of the day wanted to dress up in Victorian Era clothing, who was she to judge? “I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know your name. I thought I was alone up here, did you come to watch as well?”
“I'd be shocked if you did know me.” The teen answered. “And, I... guess?” The teen looked up at the sky. “Oh. Ohhhhh. Well, that's a... pleasant surprise. But, mostly, I came to talk to you.”
She frowned. “I'm not interested in giving out any autographs-”
“No, that's not it at all.” The teen waved. “It's just that, well, we share a common... friend? No, that's not quite the right description; I didn't know her well enough or long enough for that.” The teen frowned. “I suppose she was a friend to you, but more of a... almost mentor to me.”
An idea flashed across her mind. “Do you mean-”
“Yeah.” The teen answered. “I only knew her for a few moments but she... changed my life, probably saved it even. And, by proxy, saved a whole lot more people than even you know of.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “How so?”
“It's... a long story.” The teen answered.
She shrugged. “I've got time.”
The teen thought for a moment. “Alright sure.” She sat down upon the grass where she was standing. “My name's Taylor Hebert.”
Lal'C Mellk Mal sat on the ground next to the girl. “Nice to meet you, Taylor.”