Silverlight Terrace my taste in music is your face

a collection of stars capture his attention, their dotted placement forming the constellation gemini, unbeknownst to him. they are bright enough that even he can see they form a figure, watered down gold connecting each star to the next until the picture comes into focus. to his untrained eyes the constellation appears as nothing more than a warped piece of artwork, a picasso worthy painting that only an art collector would recognize.

he likely would have moved on to the next bunch of stars had the wind not revealed his unexpected company, his gaze flickering from the inky sky to the greyscale figure standing a ways off. "excuse me" he called out, his attention now set on the way the moon reflected with a silver sheen atop the stranger's pelt. "you wouldn't happened to know the name of that constellation would you?" he asked with a upwards tilt of his muzzle.