Letters from the Sky - "A Star is Born"

In the distance, something sparkled. Her green eyes widened, and her heart expanded, pounding more and more blood into her veins. The feeling dawned on her, and she stopped short in her tracks, with the setting sun in front. She had found it. Or, rather, they had found each other.
The gleaming red point in the distance stopped as well. In that unique moment, she forgot all that had been. Seeing only what was yet to come - what had to be -, our green faerie twirled in the air, opening her arms wide and, with a happy grin welcoming the world into her soul.

She was home.

*

The sky was dark in front. Yet, miles away, she saw this tiny green leaf hovering above the ground. Hovering it had been, for the past three hours. And getting bigger. Her grey eyes widened, and comprehension dawned on her ivory face. She froze in mid-air, and in her surprise passed her fingers through her red hair. Tears filled her eyes, tears of relief and joy, as she tilted her head back and gave a sound, melodious laughter of fulfillment. Emotions gushed out of her like rosebuds opening. She then stretched her tiny, frail body along with her dark lace wings. The wind flew under her black silk dress. She had forgtten all but one. The one she had found. Or rather, they had found each other. She took a deep breath, breathing in the barren air between her and home.

She was home.

*
Silently, they gazed in each other's eyes. Green-saw-grey, grey-saw-green and more than that: Juniper memories sighed, and being released with a breath crumbled with their wisps and whorls the petals of the Black Rose. The Black Rose extended its remaining angry thorns and put the twisting, twirling, turning Juniper out if its centennial misery.
Skin upon skin they embraced each other, and the sun burst into a rain of a million colours. Green silk melted into red hair, black silk melted into green eyes. Grey eyes melted into thin wings which smelled of Juniper leaves; dark hair engulfed darker lace wings. The two souls, twin orbs of encasement, became one. The ground under them split, shooting a force that blasted the one Faerie into the sky. No more Juniper. No more Black Rose.
A new beginning on the night sky. A star, a young twinkling star.

Azha - the hatching place.

They were forever new; home.