Lake Rodney stars, tell me your stories

Charon smiled as he mentioned his sister Raven had taught him. He hoped that his own baby children would be like that some day — that Hydra, Lyra and Alya and maybe even Julia would teach them and they'd fondly tell others about their bonds with their older siblings. "A different one for each moon cycle?" he asked, a detail he knew nothing about. "What do you mean by that?"

The stones were rearranged as he mentioned Virgo and Charon thought it was quite a clever way to teach others. He always just impatiently pointed to the skies but somehow no one ever saw it all too easily, except for a few naturals.

His smile fell when the boy said he no longer had a mother. Charon thought back to his own mother and then to how well he'd done in life; and he didn't feel too sorry, then. The boy'd be fine, he deducted, since he was a social kid with a good pair of brains by the looks of it. "That sucks." Was one way to put it. "My mother died when I was very young too," Charon said with a careful, sad smile. "Whenever I look at the stars, it feels like she's still with me in a way. Like she's up there, smiling down on me." He had never considered it might be because of Virgo, never having heard that story before, and suddenly wondered if that's why it felt that way; because Virgo made sure that their moms were still with them in some way.