Moonspear thought i could do this on my own

Even in attempting to label something so abstract, she only went with what felt right. Somehow, this was her best way to explain it right now. Maybe later some greater understanding could be achieved but for now this was plenty. He understood it, it seemed, and her tail switched leisurely.

On stars, though, she was a little iffy with constellations and she was mostly familiar with the main ones. She angled back her ears thoughtfully, trying to dredge up something beyond the most typical of tales -- which he would likely know already, anyway. "Well.. know going into this that I am rusty, and constellations are not one of my stronger suits.. but a little star lore that I do not feel is too common is the Milky Way's story known by 'the Silver River of Heaven'," she stole quick pause, glancing to him to see if she'd struck any familiarity. She was also unpracticed when it came to weaving stories like this , or rather, recounting them in a palatable format. Ame shifted her weight again, making sure she was most comfortable.

"As my grandmother told it, on the seventh day of the seventh moon, two stars -- lovers -- may cross the Silver River of Heaven to meet but only if the weather is favorable. If they join, immeasurable fortune is reaped by all in their domain, so it was customary to hope for good weather just after the turn of the seventh moon." As to why this had stuck with her, she suspected it had to do with the appeal of a river of stars that she had recognized even as a youth. "I do remember always fancying polestar myths too for some reason. My favorite was, ah, Myōken, the god of the polestar, essentially," she spoke more delicately around the name, needing to remember the flow of the words.