Cosmic Hot Interstellar Plasma

Osprey's heart sank a little, when she realized that her companion had led the story to an end. She wasn't disappointed - no - simply there could never be enough story-telling for Osprey. If someone let her, she would go on and on and on, until she got tired and fell asleep. It had happened once, but she remembered clearly that she had continued to speak, while she was seeing dreams fluttering before her eyes.

"Very well done!" she praised Fitz with an encouraging smile and excited wag of her tail. "I congratulate you for making your very first story," she lifted her paw, reached over to briefly touch him on the shoulder - a sign of approval. "Did you like the game?" she asked him, when she withdrew.