Lone Star Mountain the sweet taste of olive oil on your lips

She had an aura about her, something divine radiated from her and he was hesitant to disturb her. Then she turned and invited him forward granting him the permission he sought. He chose a spot beside her, though kept his distance so they wouldn't touch. He regarded her silently as she gave her name and asked his though the way she phrased it grabbed his attention. His eyes lit up with curiosity "I was named Vangard. It means protector of the path" he replied and then turned his gaze back toward the stars "I like to give them my attention every night, open myself up to anything they may try to say. I often find that their words come to me in dreams or fleeting thoughts rather than coherent words" he spoke in low volume as stargazing was a sacred act to him and he feared speaking too loud would ruin the welcoming atmosphere.