Wheeling Gull Isle i can name everything

the night had set, and so the siren slunk from her cavern and emerged to the dark sky. underneath a rock became her den for the isle, enough to where she can stay away from the storms that cursed the lands, and satisfy any trinkets ruo would find; if the time ever came. she was never one for items, as the items she sought for where high in the sky.

the rock she chose was a ledge, to where one can sleep under, and lay above. her body spread on the cold stone, and blues looked upwards. she could not see leo, the constellation of the unknown man (@Aiolos), but the minor can be, the tiny cub away from it's parent. 

there was many she knew, and many she did not. stories that were acquired, and one's she did not know of. the story of cancer? the story of gemini? what of aries, pisces,, or even taurus. she knew them as 'zodiac,' with leo following behind, but not of their origins.

ruo knew of pegasus, that can be seen brightly within the sky. the fictioned flying horse who rode to the heavens, and placed himself into the stars. an arrogant one, who wished his beauty to be eternally above. 

there was so many she can recount, so many stories to remember, and their locations. the ever moving sky, a beautiful scene.. the siren was at peace.