"Do it with these then."
"Those are fireworks, not constellations."
"So? What does that one look like?" Faith pointed at a newly exploded, fast fading wheel of blue sparks.
"Umm…exploding tulip? Blue tulip?" Willow offered. "Are tulips blue?"
The slayer looked down at the ground.
Tara tried again on the next one.
"Rain shower. Apocalyptic green rain, but still rain shower."
"Forget it."
Faith said at last, lying back on the grass in-between the two witches.
"Wait till a clear night. Then we'll show you the 'Short Man looking Uncomfortable', and many others." Willow said into the space between them, as the sound of fireworks disappeared beneath raucous cheering for another new year born. She laid her head on Faith's shoulder, felt her pulse beating loudly.
Faith sighed. Tara reached out and took her hand.
"Don't worry so much. We have a lifetime to make memories together."
Faith scowled to hide a sudden, heartfelt, smile.
