Moonspear boo'ya moon

Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of her father. Galaxy let her leg sink back down onto her chest as she turned her head sideways. She smiled at Charon, her tail slithering softly through the grass. She wanted to sit up and greet him but didn't have the energy. Besides, she was still enchanted by the stars and all the patterns she was finding among them. She didn't want to move.

"Hi, daddy. I'm looking for consta-whatsits?" Her lips pressed together as she waited for him to provide the correct word (presumably), then enunciated, "Constellations." Galaxy paused, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "What else is up there, daddy?" she found herself wondering, mismatched eyes peering up toward his face, then beyond it, to the empyrean views.