Redhawk Caldera Fly-by-nights from Riverside

Her explanation made him nod slowly, almost imperceptibly, because it lent some further understanding to other stories he had heard about the stars. Perhaps the constellations were important to his parents? Maybe those were the things they followed, the gods they had often spoken about. It was such a distant thing that he let it go.

"Milky way," his voice rumbled softly, thoughtfully, and he looked up while Wildfire looked to him. He thought that squinting would help him to see better, but it didn't. It only made him look old and silly. "Why is it milky?" His brow creased. There couldn't be milk up there, right? What if the stars were really just giant... Glowing.. Teats... Or something? No, that made no more sense than gods.

"Stupid," he grumbled. "Stars are just stars. Nothing special about them."