[ elena shakes her head quietly at the question. she tugs in a soft breath before she look up at the sky again, her hands propping themselves on the railing. ] The Teleios seasons are weird. The whole year reflects ... a whole day, if that makes sense. So during the winter, it's always night. During the summer, it's always noon. In spring, it's always just after dawn. The fall, it's always just before it. We're in summer, so - no stars. [ ever. ]

And the winter, I've heard, is too cold to be outside, so you don't get to see the stars, anyway.

[ she sighs a bit, because as much as she's met good people there - and reacquainted herself with former relationships she never thought she'd get the chance to - she isn't in any rush to leave. ]