Redhawk Caldera Fly-by-nights from Riverside

"Constellations." he parroted quietly without moving to look at her again, as if overtaken by the concept. He'd heard many things about the stars, but never that word - or maybe he had heard that word, but it was a long time ago. When was the last time he watched the sky? 'With Tuwawi, probably. Maybe back with the Kindred...' His mouth became a thin line, his jaw tensing, as he thought of this. 'Or with Xi'Nuata?' he remembered the odd woman, the one he had tried to help - and the wolf which might have signified the first wedge between himself and his wife. Njal inhaled sharply, as if waking from a stupor, and returned once more to the conversation.

"No, I don't think I've heard that before." That the stars were ancient, yes. He remembered being told as a child that they were the eyes of the gods, but that was never something the wolf ascribed to; he doubted that Wildfire would believe in such a notion either. "What are they?"