Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand bursts of colour

The woman engages with her, Dalia smiling as she looks back up towards the stars, listening intently to the woman as she speaks. She tells the girl that stars fall but does not offer an explanation. "why can't we find them, after they land? and why do they leave their - orbits?"  She asks, wondering just why such a steady, moving dot would suddenly plunge towards them. she holds in more questions regarding the composure of stars but bites her tongue. The woman moves, and Dalia stands to join her, wonder growing. It seems magical, almost, this lesson in the night. She dimly recognizes the name of the star the woman points out, finding it after a few silent moments. "it leads north?"  She asks, whispering its name under her tongue and committing it to memory.