They say Astrid was born beneath a sky so clear, the stars could not help but notice her. A daughter of distant constellations, she grew among silver moons and golden comets, her laughter ringing like bells through the velvet dark. Each star she touched bloomed brighter, seven in particular — her chosen circle — who followed wherever she wandered. Around her they danced, circling close with beads of light and colour, their hearts lit by crystal flame. Astrid, the spaceborn princess, wove them into charms and treasures, small enough to carry yet vast enough to hold a piece of the cosmos. Now, when one of her stars finds a home, it is said to bring with it the hush of the universe and the sparkle of a thousand unseen skies — a token from the girl who once strung the night together with her hands.
