Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

Tamar spoke of the stars and how she liked to name them.

Crowfeather closed his eyes. He recalled his home, for the first time with a sense of longing. The feeling vanished when he thought of Germanicus. Guilt warred through him, confused him. He did not want to go home. He wanted to travel east. He wanted to be with Germanicus. There were so many things he wished to say to the man. So many things…

The longer he waited, the more his courage faltered. The feeling in his heart had grown so heavy, so cumbersome, he did not know how he might continue without saying something. Somehow, Crowfeather knew that if he were to be faced with a chance, he would likely hold his tongue.

Where I am from, when you die… you become one of the stars. 

The boy liked to think that there were a special few who watched over him.


What names have you given them? I'd like to hear...