Redhawk Caldera Fly-by-nights from Riverside

Njal seemed familiar with the term, if not the definition. "They're shapes and patterns," Wildfire explained, "and you make them by connecting the dots. Some of them have names and stories." She paused, her lips pursing. "To be honest, it's sort of kiddie stuff, at least in my opinion. I know you can tell time and other, more important stuff by checking the sun, moon and stars, though. Oh, and you can predict the weather." She stopped there, realizing she was babbling a bit.

Wildfire licked her lips, then noticed something and gestured upward. "See how there's some clouds here and there? Well, look past that. Do you see that sort of whiteness beyond them? Sort of like a cloud but different? That's the Milky Way." She stared at it a moment, then dropped her eyes earthward, seeking Njal's face.