Matilda of Underling Matilda of Skyward Beneath it, she had drawn my six-point constellation. The stars of a herald, the flight of a kestrel. I would not have thought this odd, but she had inked another six-point constellation directly beneath it. Upon first glance, it looked like a random collection of stars, but as I leaned in closer, I saw that they were a perfect reflection of my stars, as if two parts had come together to make a whole. Twelve points, she had written beneath them, counting the stars above as well as the ones below. And then, soul-bearer.
