Blackwater Islands the frozen sea

Silently, the dusty brown woman nods, agreeing that this was nothing less of home to her. Atop the desaturated brown rock, with the sands and the grey-blue color of the sea in this lighting, she looked as though she perfectly fit into this place. 

She looks back up then, lifting a slender limbs to the heavens and speaks. A word, a language which he did not know, but he looks upward, seeing the collection of stars and smiles. Though he did not know she meant to tell him that this collection of stars was as he, fiery and wild, he did not need to understand completely to enjoy their company together. 

A constellation. He remembered, @Tundra had taught him a bit about this. A friend of mine told me of these collections of stars and that they each had meaning. What is the name of this one? He speaks as fiery eyes fixate on the shaping of the stars she pointed towards. He did not know if she could speak his tongue, but maybe that could still find a means to understand each other.