Before Serenity, if you’d asked me what my favorite time of day was, I would have said mornings.  Sun streaming in through the curtains, breeze rustling the trees, the promise of a fresh start.

Now, if you ask me the same question, I say dusk.  The soft blurred colors of twilight, the sleepy chirps of nesting birds and stretching crickets.  But the magic is in stars blinking their eyes open and murmuring lazy good evenings to each other and to Serenity, who whispers their names and their stories in my ear.  Dusk is breathless, beautiful, magical, familiar.  Dusk is home.

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This is Amber.  I would never say morning was my favorite time of day.

I don't know if she's in love with him or with the stars.  Could be either, could be both.

I'm not the only one who did a star-person drabble for this prompt!

She expected Air to make a move, but she didn’t expect them to gang up on her.  Fire grabbed her around the waist and pinned one arm behind her back.  Water sat on her ankles so she couldn’t kick them away.  Air snatched her wrist and yanked up the sleeve before she could wrench away.  She heard Fire suck in a breath at her ear, seeing the neat rows of parallel lines crawling their way up her arms like zebra stripes.  Air traced a finger over the scars.  She flinched.

“Why?” Air whispered.

“To make maple syrup,” she answered bitterly.

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Mash-up of elementals plus an actual experience with a zebra-striped person.

I enjoy that Earth is never named even though it's in third person limited.  And her dark joke at the end made me smile.