Hoshor Plains drag race

The two gazed at the stars together in silence while Lavakho grinned skyward like an idiot.  However, despite how captivated Lavakho was with the night sky, the slave didn't seem to give a rat's ass. She humored him, but that was it.  There was no awe or wonder flickering in her eyes.  Perhaps she didn't see it in the proper context.

Her gaze slipped from the stars and to Lavakho's face.  He, in turn, shifted his vision from the sky to turn back to coyote as he flashed her a warm and amiable smile.  But she quickly turned away and Lavakho went back to stargazing.  He broke the silence with a sigh.  "When I was young back in Rhaesh Dahaan, I used to watch these same stars with Vitihi," he began, almost whispering as he fondly reminisced in his youth. "She knew so much more about them than I did... still does.  Once, she told me that all of them have names— she tried teaching me some, but I don't remember a thing.  Still beautiful though.  I suppose all beautiful things should have names.

Lavakho dipped his face away from the sky and turned back to the coyote hoping to catch her eyes with his.  "You wouldn't mind if I gave you a name, right?" he asked. "A Dotharan name."