《 ...Make a wish... 》
The moon was barely hidden by the clouds as it was rising on this Fall night. Just a week before Halloween was to arrive the patters of children's feet as dressed up ghouls chased them back and forth. Candy and more would fill the stomachs and air of the cities. It was still warm in the states, and the breeze was swift upon the leaves. The red, brown, and yellow fractured leaves flew into the air. They caught the feet of Estelle as she was finishing up her shift as the Wishing Star. Her light was dimming as the Dream Sand from Sandman began to whoosh on through the sky. A smile crossed her pale face, her eyes shimmering.
"Go on Sandman.. Your turn." She said, playfully, as the lights her in hands disappeared. She slowly floated backwards, her stomach to the sky as she peered through the golden sands that began to find their ways to each child. Her golden hair caught a bit of the sand as she, accidentally, floated down through one. She waved her hand as an apology, and straightened herself out in the air. The nights were becoming slightly chilly, but that was nothing her jacket couldn't handle. Her fingers slid inward as she made her way to the lit streets of the town she was in. She never kept track of names. She was interested in just the scenery. Bright lights and busy people were hurrying home. Well past dinner, bedtime for most, and the last paper to be written for next days school. Estelle enjoyed this time, more than the fact this was when she had to do her job. While she tampered through the streets, she'd occasionally cross the road, jumping and flying over the slow moving cars. There wasn't much connection with others, so she'd game with the interactions that couldn't touch her. For an hour she'd do this until the sun was down, the moon was up, and the lights around town were glowing bright. Through the small businesses, she keep the lights of the Jack O Lanterns shining more than it did before. A job, a fun job.
Just as Estelle began to take her leave, a street light at the end of an alley way began to flicker. A pet peeve of hers.. Flickering lights. She flew up, her fingertip glowing with a small ball of light. Groans echoed through her closed mouth. She never liked the dark areas, for more than just the reason of issues with flying. She kept herself hovered above the buildings, picking at the flicker, attempting to fix it.
《 For I am the Light Bringer 》
