Hideaway Strath a map to find my way in the dark

 

Ceallach is gentle as he always is, more intrigued than concerned because so far no adult has raised the alarm nearby. Ceallach gently nuzzles against his sister, snout tracing along her jaw for a moment before he looks up at the sky again. Her question is one he's already thought and he looks up hopefully towards a nearby grown up before he considers the question again like it's meant just for him. What was this oddity? Well...

"It looks like the stars are dancing," Ceallach offered after a few moments, his voice steady even if he wasn't certain at all. It's the first time he's really voiced his imaginative thoughts, akin to his mothers brand of fable weaving. "Or maybe the stars got too heavy for the sky to hold, like the snow from the Tundra."