Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
A/N: A fill for Leni Ba who prompted on Comment Fic "under the stars."
No specific setting. Sometime after season seven.
Aluwyn's stars are different. Willow knows no names, knows no constellations. She lies on her back, Aluwyn's tail curled around her knees, and stares up at the foreign stars of this other dimension.
For a moment, she looks for Tara's stars. It's a habit. The moose, the pineapple. She looks even when it makes no sense, like now, like in Brazil.
There's someone else with her now, but Tara is still here too, in a way. In the way she's always with Willow.
Willow points to a cluster of stars. "Don't those kinda look like a peacock eating a cupcake?"