Cometchaser watched as his friend looked at the sky, not actually doing anything on the scroll.

"Hey, need help?"

Starflight frowned. "It's just… Where do I start? Like, we have the constellations, but… where?"

Cometchaser slapped his forehead in his mind. "Ever heard of the North Star?"

He pointed at a group of four stars in the sky, slightly to their left. "Those are the Diamond. So," he moved his claw to the left, where the narrow end of the Diamond was. "There, that bright star in between that patch of blue and purple. That's Polaris, the North Star. It always points north," he finished. "Start there. Put it in the centre."

Starflight nodded, looking towards the North Star, slightly to their right. As the sound of the waves washing on the beach below continued, Cometchaser looked at his new notebook he'd gotten along with a pencil and such from Star last time. Looking up at the stars, he decided he would do something else– not unlike what Starflight was doing, but somewhat different.

He would record the stories of the constellations, for everyone to remember.

After all, he'd remembered his parent's stories: how, on the island, everyone had forgotten the old ways, the age-old traditions, the stories.

Only they'd remained as the last wall between memories and the void.

And now, he would carry on the torch.

Looking up, he recognized many shapes: the Diamond, of course, then there was the Scorpion, the Brothers, and the Birds.

He started writing– recording down the old stories.

"Hey Starflight?"

"Yeah?"

"… Do you know any stories about the constellations?"

"… No. I never did learn any."

"The Nightwing stories are almost all dead, you know. We… we lost everything on the island. All the culture, all the tradition. It was all gone. Me and my parents… we're the last ones left."

"… Could you tell me the stories, then?"

"Of course. So… we'll start with the Scorpion."

Starflight nodded, finishing off a few more stars. He actually had no idea where the constellations were, and had to be given countless pointers.

After he'd stopped his work to listen to the story, Cometchaser begun.

"You've probably heard about it if you know Sandwing culture. It's their favourite. So, the story goes that there was this big scorpion, and it lived in the southeastern desert, terrorizing the area in general. After a while, a group of angry locals came around, and slew said scorpion. And the location of its body sprung up into a town… the Scorpion Den," he grimaced. "Sorry, that's a gross oversimplification. But it works."

Starflight nodded, gazing at the stars forming the Scorpion on his paper. "I had no idea these had so much history and culture behind them," he said softly.

"We're become out of touch with it, it seems. Especially us Nightwings. Like I said, the volcano took a lot," he replied, looking up at the sky.

They continued discussion about stories and constellations and culture, until one particular constellation.

"The Birds. Beautiful, they. A jay, and a kestrel."

"What about them?"

"It's very sentimental. They were in love, you see. But… well, it was… they couldn't be together."

Cometchaser smiled.

"But they came together in the end," he finished.

"They got their happy ending?"

… It's so creepy… it's my exact situation. This… ugh… if only I could guarantee myself a happy ending with Sunny too.

Cometchaser frowned. "Starflight, what was that about?"

"What?"

"Your thoughts."

He sighed, more annoyed and resigned than angry.

"I suppose this was a long time coming. Spirits, I doubt I myself could hold it for much longer. It's been a whole year."

There was a pause.

"I love her. I still love Sunny," the words spilled out of Starflight's mouth in a stream. "It's been a year, she;s rejected me, and I still love her. This sucks. It sucks. I can't let go, I just can't. I hate it, I hate it," he finished, before promptly placing his head in his talons.

"…"

Cometchaser spent the rest of the night (which wasn't long– they packed up soon after.) in a subdued mood, churning over the revelation, and over his visions.

It has to be. They have to be together. It's for them. They're happy, I can see it.

So why do I have such a bad feeling about it?

– –

Comet's parents had been kind enough to let him stay in the house for that night But Starflight couldn't sleep. He was still reeling from the fact that he'd revealed… well, everything. As he lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, he thought.

Well, it's out now. It feels… so good, he thought.

It felt good to finally get his feelings off his chest. Starflight looked over at the half-completed starchart he had lying next to him. After he'd spilled everything, they'd decided to cut it short and sleep.

But he felt… well, it was absolute joy. He had a new friend: someone he could start off again with. Someone who he could reveal his troubles with, because he had no expectations.

And he had.

He'd never been able to do that before: just talk about his troubles with Sunny and expect to be taken seriously. His siblings– well, they'd known each other for years. They would dismiss his troubles. And the students were… students. He'd never had a chance to let go before, and now that he had, it felt so much… lighter.

Starflight got up from the bed, and walked over to the window, standing and gazing outside.

Gazing out at the moons illuminating the sky, Starflight reflected on everything: his confusion on Sunny, his friendship with Comet, all of his problems recently.

He idly wondered if the package had arrived yet.

He wondered how he'd held on to his love for this long– a year. He'd accepted it in his mind, that he wouldn't be with Sunny. But in his heart, he hadn't.

(He had a strange feeling. That he would make it work. Comet would do some mystical magic thing and they would be together.)

While his mind was on Comet, he thought of their relationship. Good friends, even after only two meetings. Their dynamic just sort of… fit together in this almost perfect way.

Starflight felt, no, knew that they would be extremely close.

Opening the window, he could hear music from Comet's window. Starflight stuck his head out, and looked at him. He was singing, in a silky tenor voice.

Starflight smiled, and joined in with his own voice, sending a look at his friend. It reminded him so much of that time he was imprisoned by Scarlet and Clay started making music.

And as he sung, he felt hope soar in his heart.

He knew that Comet would get the two of them together.

Somehow.

So ends the prewritten rewritten chapters! No guarantees on how long I'll take to update.

Starflight is a tenor in the books, Comet's a tenor because I'm one, and they're singing La de de de da de day oh by Bill Wurtz because I was listening to that when I wrote this.

The Birds are inspired by my Warriors oneshot about Jayfeather, Kestrelflight and Flametail. And yes, they're gay for each other.