<div style="text-align: justify;">She tilted her head to the side and considered the trees ahead of them. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Sure, why not? I'll go ahead."</span> With that, she let her hand drop, and began trudging through the tall grass. The dew had not yet fallen, thankfully. Alannah wanted a look at the clearing before it was going to be occupied by a metal and glass hunk, which would probably tear up the ground and scrape the trees, no matter how careful Dimitri was. She could hear a door slamming and the engine starting a little way behind her.<br/><br/>The grass was just as tall in the clearing as it was between the trees. Tall, blue flowers Alannah didn't recognize popped up here and there. Now, in the evening, their heads were closed, but they still smelled faintly when she bent down to sniff one. She traced her hand over the feathery petals and wondered what they were called. As the truck neared, she moved towards the perimeter of the clearing so that Dimitri could park without the fear of accidentally running her over. Despite being from and having lived all her life in a city, she was glad when he killed the engine, and silence and darkness settled over them once more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"Look,"</span> she whispered, pointing towards the void above them, like she had done that first night in the Boston Harbor. Alannah could not explain what was so fascinating about the night sky to her. She supposed it might have something to do with the fact that these giant, burning balls of gas hanging suspended in nothing meant so much to the infinitely tiny beings that roamed one planet out of thousands. Stars were used to navigate. People found images and assigned stories to them. The stars had burned for billions of years, and yet they could still see them. Right now, they were as clear as ever - neither city lights nor the Moon was there to dim them. <br/><br/>Alannah lowered her hand. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Sorry. It's just the sky, I know,"</span> she mumbled, slightly embarrassed by her childish awe. Another few loose strands of hair found their way back to rest behind her ear. Taking a few steps backwards, she propped herself up to sit on the bed of the truck, legs swinging above the ground. <span style="color: #4080FF">"Didya wanna sleep out here? I dunno if I put a blanket or something in the bag,"</span> she continued, shivering lightly in her thin T-shirt. It would be fantastic to sleep under the stars, arm in arm with Dimitri, and she was sure she would be able to stand lying on the less than comfortable surface available. The nightly chill, not so much.</div>