Kintla Flatlands The stars laughing at our mortal foils

Her footfalls came to an easy stop in the bent grass, her attention reattaching itself to the night sky that was not at all that different from the one her perching counterpart had been gazing at. Though she heard her question, Echelon was silent at length as she contemplated what the stars were doing, what their alignment was. There were some familiar shapes to be seen and they were telling of the season, though their description of the season was not necessary. Spring was all around them, even on the crisp night.

"The bears are out," she said instead, blue eyes tracing over the familiar shape of the ursine creatures of the night sky.