Moonspear split stones

there wasn’t much to dirge’s answer, but arcturus could sense the tenderness of the topic — and he had the good sense to poke no deeper. he managed a half-smile, sincere in its sympathy but not apologetic. everyone, it seemed, had a ghost they’d rather not see dredged into sunlight. this ghost was better off unvisited. 

as for names.. 

arcturus believed tradition important, and on instinct looked skyward — but no stars save the sun was visible. we are all named after stars and constellations, he mused, repeating the segment of conversation from before. well, there’s the signs — leo, cancer, scorpius and all that. but then there’s the big stars, too — regulus, procyon, vega, orion.. his gaze flickered to dirge, wondering if any met his fancy. he was sure whatever names picked, would be proud bearers of moonspear’s inimitable legacy.