The story packs so much emotion into such a small package that I'm almost tearing up, which is rare now a days. I see how the little girl thanks the heartsmith for such a supreme gift, but also I feel the pain, the sorrow, the love, the loss, the want, the happiness, but, most of all, I feel the compassion
I almost don't want humans to explore space, 'cause that would make me feel as though the stars and moon would loose whatever majestic presence they have right now. When I look up and see the moon, I see a benevolent guardian. But if humans make a base on the moon, I will see her differently, as though she has been perverted. I feel that humans should explore space, but not at the cost of perverting it, but more of watching and preserving, not exploiting rocky planets for minerals or using planets for vacation sites. We humans pervert too much already, so lets keep it to things that are ours inherently, not things that are the things of others.