“Do you even know what you’re doing yet?”

Aster looked up at Nathalya as she posed the question. His fingers trailed across a sheer, beaded fabric that glistened like starlight. For a second, he considered the question, looking across the table full of bolts of white and pastel fabrics of all sorts.

“Well,” he mused. “I liked the design you drew up the other night…?”

Nathalya shook her head. “Aster, the thread we’re weaving…?” ...