Redhawk Caldera flintstar

He smiled faintly, ruminating on a thought that occurred to him. Perhaps too cheesy to say out loud, but he thought it nonetheless: if the stars were always there, then he would be like them, for her. Always there, dependable- and he would do what he could to make sure she loved him as much as she loved the stars. He made a quiet promise to himself then, in the moments following her confession, and would never look at the stars the same way ever again. 

Her next comment caused a look of surprise from him, though he was pleased nonetheless. "I didn't know that," He admitted. The thoughtful tone of his voice implied that he believed what she said to be true, in the most literal way. "What do they say? And how do they sound to you?"