If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night

May I?

Taivas offers a short nod, allowing him to touch the small, glowing ember if he wished. Their attention turns toward the barrier, and the shaman's eyes look at the strange phenomenon of summer meeting winter head on, with nothing but an invisible wall keeping the snow falling gently down on the decorated tree and those gathered beneath her large boughs.

Waker suggests that they try out the charm, which comes somewhat as a surprise to the girl. While it might seem like a small gesture, one unimportant and ignored by many, the shaman does not quite know how to handle the reality of being part of a we. The blooming friendship is unfamiliar to the girl, and so she frowns, a small almost invisible expression. The moment passes and the painted girl responds with a smooth, soft voice.

"Alright."

Then, she turns toward the barrier and begins to walk toward the outside world, leaving behind the dream world of snow and merriment.

When I turn jet black, and you show off your light
I live to let you shine

Taivas