Stavanger Bay all the stars in the sky

Give it another five moons, Aesop thought, bitterly (and a tad unkindly,) and he won't be so quick to say so. Naturally, he didn't voice this, as Charon had already proven to have little tolerance for any slight to his person. "Five moons, huh? And how many d'you think I've seen?" Aesop looked innocent, but there was an underlying mischief, as this was an easy trap to fall into.

At only five months, it would be downright unkind for Aesop to not play along with the imaginary friend game. Though he'd never felt the need for one himself- the pack he'd grown up in was large and particularly...fertile- he had known more reserved peers who had not taken as well to socializing to invent a friend. It wasn't surprising, he supposed, that Charon would do the same. In all of his time at the Bay, Aesop had yet to see another child in Charon's age group. "Huh," he grunted, "well, I dare say it suits him."

When Charon pointed out the star, Aesop followed the line of his sight, finally picking out one of the brighter ones among the lights. And then... well, that was depressing. He hummed, shifting uncomfortably. He had never been skilled with what to say in situations like these. "Why don't you tell it to me, I can't hear 'em. Probably only tellin' this one to you," he prompted, since that was noncommittal enough.