Blackwater Islands moondust

the light above was called stars. stars were us which meant he was stars. though the listener had likely meant it metaphorically, the boy took it as fact. he had once experienced it. though that would be one of the few things in life that escaped his memory it had left an impression on him that was indelible. and now he had language for it, so long as he could hold onto the words.

he regarded her intently until the explanation was finished, then cast his eyes the ground, appearing almost pensive (though he was truly thinking about very little). after a moment he let out a yawn.

it was past his bedtime, and he would not be awake for much longer, but he wanted to push his limits so that he might learn just a little bit more. 

he looked back towards the listener and tilted his head.