Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

kharybdis, comforted by the fact that his companion is female, keeps his body language relaxed; inviting, even. though even if he wasn't in the mood for company he wouldn't have dreamed of rejecting it regardless. such was a grievous offense in the spire and though he was so very far from home — such tempering of his behavior as if it were a sword heated in the forge of his mothers' will — he couldn't change how he was.

a soft laugh rumbles in his chest, and pushes lightly past his lips at her mention of two moons; though the sound was not borne of mocking. venus, brighter than any star other star, could easily be daughter of the moon. or perhaps, he corrects himself, the moon was a daughter of venus; gift to them.

not moon, as she was the first to speak, kharybdis takes it as an invitation to share his knowledge despite that it wasn't asked for. he gestures to venus' smaller disc with his muzzle. is venus. he offers, wanting to peer at his companion to see how she took the shared information but not wanting to be seen as disrespectful. venus ...woman god. he adds softer yet.