Sunbeam Lair moonbeams

The main event had begun quickly, with not a single word being missed. She was attentive, as always, paying her respects for the time he'd taken out of his night in order to share with her the stories of the stars. It would seem that tonight's tale involved Aquila—an eagle whose cultural significance was lost on the yearling—but the potential that came with it's leer was of the most undesirable sort. Blood or discord, death or destruction; the chances of such worrisome things being brought down upon them by a grouping of stars was unlikely, but unsettling enough, still, for the bird's story to be brought into question. "Is there a reason for its relation to such dastardly happenings, or do you truly believe it was never anything more than a series of coincidences?" Accompanied by her query was a childlike tilt of her head, her desire to learn never ceasing to grow. For so long, she'd believed herself to possess an infinite amount of knowledge, yet there she sat with a plethora of questions awaiting their turn to be asked.

"Is there a story that you know of that accompanies this... ah, Aquila?" the girl had asked hardly a moment later, finding difficulty in speaking the avian's name. She wondered what the history might be behind the constellation, if there even was one at all. Perhaps, somewhere within the story it may or may not harbour, hid the reason for why it let its light shine brightly upon Noctura prior to awful events. Did the eagle seek for him what Draco sought for her? How interesting that would be.