Though Juno didn't stop walking -- no, limping -- she twisted an ear back to hear every syllable, she was a sucker for stories and surely the stars would've told him some good ones. Assuming they could communicate of course.
She was surprised to hear they didn't actually speak, then how could it be that he thought they were trying to give signals to him. Did he believe that they arranged patterns every night with the sole purpose of guiding him? Didn't he know the sky was the same for everyone, the stars he saw were the same ones she would see when she looked to the sky. If patterns were the maps he followed how did he know he wasn't following another's path, or what was even worse, a meaningless figure? .
She turned her neck to look back at him, a mocking, yet genuinely interested smile hangling loosely from her lips. "So you're not in the wrong place -- if they dropped you here I suppose it's for something.." she barked, not sure if she should allow her childish mind to believe in the magic of the nightsky or if she should just leave the topic to him.
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