"Someone smart will. We're wizards, Timmy," Aster tried reassuring him. He didn't think Timmy would appreciate hearing that the tail made him unique, that it made him special. He seemed to hate it so much and Aster wished he didn't. If he embraced that part of him, he might have a happier life. "We can do magic. Think of how special that really is. There will be something for you." He dropped another kiss on Timmy's forehead, and purposely gave his tail a friendly pet.
"I'd like to be an astronaut, actually," he went on, heedless of any reaction he'd caused by doing so. "Be the first wizard in space," he giggled. "You know...my name means 'star' in Latin. It also means a kind of little purple flower. I'm not named after either of those things, though."