Blackfeather Woods I’ll be right here to hold you when the sky falls down

Stars. Were they always there, he wondered? Would they always be watching him? The boy stared skyward as Moonshadow spoke, observing what few flecks he could discern within the dark. She spoke of passing on as if he could understand, and for Sobek it felt like some secrets were being withheld from him; he would have questioned her further about this had he the energy, but it was something he would understand soon enough. If someone passed on, were they gone forever—or were those stars like their eyes? Watching, but never able to intervene within the lives of their loved ones? It was a sad thought, he decided, and Sobek didn't want to think about it anymore.

They are pretty, he offered after a pause, surreptitiously leaning against the woman and finding comfort in the warmth her body gave off. Why do they watch us? He added next, unable to stop himself from probing this one little question.