>You look outside to a crisp Autumn day, with leaves dancing at the slightest breeze on the streets.
>The door opens with a loud bang, and another bang slams it shut.
>Star... but she seems a bit.... off.
>Sluggishly, she walks towards me.
>"Star? What's wrong? Are you all right?"
>"P...Please. I'm..." She whispers, looking down at the floor. Her whispers to the floor are barely audible.
>"Star, what's going on?" I extend an arm to her, and notice her slow, sluggish movements, so unlike the Star I'm used to.
>"C...Cold. I'm cold."
>I'm a bit stunned. Usually, Star would crsh in and be bouncing off the wall, tail wagging like dog.
> But now, she slowly shuffles her feet towards me, barely having made distance from the front door.
> I grab a blanket and rush to her, draping it around her small frame.
."No... This won't... this can't..." She mumbles once again to the floor, barely audible.
>"Star, is this some magic issue I have to be worried about? Do I have to... Hey, maybe your mom knows..."
> Star looks up, and I'm taken aback as I see a single tear fall from the corner of her eye.
> "H...hold me. I need you."