Chimera Fields la promenade

Chroma decided, that while she was remaining somewhat apprehensive, that perhaps she could at least attempt a half-way decent conversation with this stranger. After all, she did interrupt his star-gazing and startle him half to death. The least the ebony wraith could do was to attempt to be a civilized wolf and forge some kind of.... something, with the male. She remained seated next to him, staring upwards and watching as the faint, distant dots of light twinkled in the night sky. 

"Maybe we can name them ourselves," she suggested, as her eyes traced the somewhat vague shapes the stars made. In the moment she decided that perhaps learning about the sky was important. After all, these stars came out every night. They had to mean something. "I'm Chroma." She followed with, playing nice for the moment.