Cassiopeia's View swallow my breath and take what is mine.

Liffey peeked at her companion, watching him scan the skies. She stifled a grin when he asked about her next favorite instead of asking her for more guidance on finding the mouse. She assumed he didn't see it, as otherwise he probably would have said something. She was glad he at least didn't seem as perturbed as the last round. Maybe he'd accepted that stargazing was just not one of his strengths and he'd accepted it.

"Well, there's a bullfrog near the mouse that looks like he's about to swallow the mouse whole," Liffey continued, turning her head all around as she went, "And a hawk flying above them with a daisy in its beak. There's a beehive, and a pinecone, and a stoat. And a ton of willow trees. You can draw a willow tree just about everywhere you look, once you get the hang of it."