Silvertip Mountain i looked up

He smiled, thinking. The moonlight glinted off her eyes, green as ripe apples in the fall. Phocion lifted his head upward, searching for a long moment--to no avail, for she hid during the bleak winter season--but settled on one of the Asteria: Veeri, the emerald star. When visible on a summer's night, she pulsed a bright, verdant color against the whites and silvers of her sisters, almost perfectly matching the shade of this girl's beautiful gaze.

"Veeri," Phocion decided finally, looking back down at her. "It is the name of the star who glows green." He pointed his nose toward the sky once more, in vague illustration. "You can't see her tonight--but she's there, somewhere. Green. . .for your eyes," he added, his own creasing as he grinned at her.

He wagged his bushy white tail. "So, Veeri," Phocion continued solemnly, though not without a faint note of levity in his tone. "Will you keep this name or tell me your own? Either way. . .you may always be Veeri to me."