Live, little spotlight

"An astronaut, that's a very good choice," Osprey nodded and a sly smile appeared in her lips, because she had an inkling that Atreyu did not know exactly, what the word meant. She hadn't known it either up until the last summer, when she had spoken to a wolf that apparently knew a great deal about aliens and, how they had arrived to Earth. But this had not interested her that much as the true meaning behind the term - astron - star, nautes - sailor. Star-sailor. Could it get more beautiful? Osprey doubted it.


"Then you probably know, what astronauts do," she continued, hiding her grin, by pretending to be particularly interested in the nearby raspberry bush. "I always thought it was kind of cute, how they played with the ducklings and wanted to become the duck of the ducks," there was no need to muster up another believable serious expression, because right after she had finished the sentence, she sneezed.