Silverlight Terrace my taste in music is your face

he wondered what it took to be immortalized in the stars. was there some requirement in obtaining a spot among an ocean of ebony? did you need to live a sinless life or worship a god to acquire such everlasting glorification? or were they stories simply made up by those with enough imagination to give them life? ah, if only he knew.

"huh" he let out as he tips his head skyward to look upon the constellation once more. even with the kind stranger revealing the truth, or so he believed, behind the cluster of stars, astaroth had yet to put the peices together. the night sky was a puzzle far too large and complicated for him to figure out on his own, even with the aid of others.

"never would have guessed that" he announces, a few countless blinks bringing about the end of his curiosity for the shrike. off to the next then, "that one looks like a snake poised to strike" he declares with a tilt of his head, muzzle motioning to some nameless collection of stars dotting the sky.