Moonspear forty winks

He reminded her that she could show him a thing or two about the stars, via the limited expertise passed on by her dad. Briefly, Meerkat wondered if she should introduce the two of them. Maybe after they'd exhausted her own knowledge of the subject, she would do just that. For now, she wanted to keep Atlas all to herself.

"Well, that works out perfectly! I'll show you what I know to help you toward your trade, which will in turn help me toward mine," Meerkat pointed out with a slightly hazy grin. "Symbiotic," she stage whispered, flailing a paw theatrically in the air and chuckling.

"And when I run out of intel for you, I can always just cheer you on in all your hopes and dreams. I mean, that's the definition of coaching, right?" she tacked on after a moment, tipping her head back, her cheek brushing against the swarthy fur of his neck.

With her head tipped like this, she couldn't help but notice the sun was finally beginning to sink toward the west. The horizon was already growing deeper and darker in color. And though it would be a while yet before night truly fell, Meerkat could already peep the moon, a nearly full orb hovering low in the sky.

"Atlas, look," she breathed, "I think it's full. No, wait, it was full last night, which means... waning... something." She struggled to remember all the phases Phox had gone over with her sometime in the past. New and full were so easy, though the in-between stages were a bit trickier. "Waning gibbons? Yeah, I think that's it."