It was late but she had long since stopped using time as a measure on when to do things.
But she figured it best to put her over stimulated child to bed now, the grumpiness was starting to kick in and Kory could tell sleep was approaching soon for her little Nightstar.
Taking notes on more earthly customs.
✍🏼 pretend ✍🏼 that ✍🏼airplanes ✍🏼 in ✍🏼the ✍🏼 night ✍🏼 sky ✍🏼 are ✍🏼 like ✍🏼shooting ✍🏼 stars ✍🏼for ✍🏼 wishing ✍🏼 purposes ✍🏼
"Are you in such a hurry to grow up, little one?"
Kory placed a plate of pancakes and a side of crispy, very crispy, in another word burnt, bacon in front of Mar'i and went to pour out a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.