AN: Stardust belongs to Neil Gaiman. May or may not become something longer and more coherent.
She reached out to the sky, knowing it was in vain. If she strained herself, she could hear her sisters murmuring. They would shine with even greater brilliance than usual, and against the night sky, she would lose all sense of time and space, allowing the darkness to envelope her. When her homesickness grew unbearable, she would dream of them, reaching out towards her. She would stand on the edge of the tower, and extend her arm.
Even from this tower, the highest the Lords of Stormhold had managed in all their years, she was so far away.