Gyrfalcon's Keep like you hate me now

As the girl settled down beside him, the height increased considerably. He was at a loss for how to react — whether to remain standing or shorten himself by some fold of his stilted legs. It was just very unnatural to be within the company of one who reacted so benign and clement. 

Her question saved Marruz, like a life vest tossed amidst the waters. He grappled the proposition and violently poured his energy upon the subject. In truth, he had not ever been notified of a particular star for Meldresi. Indeed, he had simply considered her to encompass the entire night sky. She was the dark canvas that welcomed him every evening and slipped away every morn.

"No," he finally replied, his voice miraculously soft now. "She is the mother, after all. She cares for all of the stars, and everything of the night. And when there is a full moon, that is her eye: opening to watch over us."

As for the third, he added, "The third is Mephala. She is the goddess who supposedly taught us how to survive. Everything simple but fundamental. One might call her a master of subversion — how to manipulate situations and ultimately gain success..." Of all the gods, he especially revered Mephala. She was, after all, something of the kind he could relate to.