Northstar Vale constellations

Hello my little stargazer, the father spoke lovingly as he approached their den. The night was heavy upon them. Darkness had swallowed the vale whole. Overhead, the stars glittered with the most brilliant of light.

Arsenio approached slowly, following her eyes toward the heavens. He wondered if he could remember any of the stories of the stars he had heard in his youth. There had been many, from many different beliefs. He would have liked to tell his daughter a story, if he could conjure one from the days long gone.

Find any bright ones tonight?