Two Eyes Cenote is that it? are you not allowed to talk?

if her words are meant to flatter: they hit their mark. stark can feel his cheeks flush with heat, that makes him insanely glad that he has fur and she cannot see the blush that would've colored his cheeks otherwise. but it lingers in the gleam of his apple green gaze, tell-tale in other ways.

why stars?

why indeed.

they are useful tools of navigation at night, but of course, the ability to use them as such relied on having skies clear enough to chart them. and then there are the constellations, great beasts of legend and gods, their stories carved into the sky. it was poetic and he enjoyed them, even if poetry and stories were at odds with his made-nature.

would he not have been forced down a warrior's path as a child, needing to be the strongest of his litter because he was not the favored by either parent, his path would be entirely different.

this ... obsession of knowledge, of collecting stories and mythologies is why i am eager to learn more about yours and your people's. his people now, he mentally corrects himself. another sip of wine taken, peering at her through lowered lashes.

do you have a favorite god or goddess? he asks, trading question for question.