[color=D6CC88]Wyth curled up on the girl's other side, and she wove her fingers into his coarse fur.  Ethan didn't seem to really want to talk about his friend, so she let the topic drop, instead turning her attention to the stars.  Her father had taught her to recognize lots of constellations, and he'd told her the stories that went with them.  "They're so pretty.  Look, there's Edos' wings," she said, pointing at the bright V of stars.  Amuné let her finger follow the left side, until she reached another bright one.  "And there's the arrowhead in Oranoak's Bow.  It points north.  It's important to be able to find that, because then you know which way you're going."  The child scanned the skies.  If that was the Bow, then nearby should be...

"The Cat!"  Triumphant, she indicated a tight group of five bright stars, with a few mid-sized ones.  "That's my favorite.  I like when his tears shoot across the sky.  Have you ever seen that, Ethan?  I love that story.  You've heard it, right?  Poor kitty.  Poor princess."  The tale she spoke of wasn't one the Muran knew, and she was surprised.  "Huh, I thought everyone knew it.  But I can tell you!"  She covered a yawn.  "...In the morning.  G'night, Ethan."  She adjusted her position a little, and shut her eyes.  "Oh...by the way...Even if you're hiding something, that's okay.  I mean, you weren't angry with me, so...yeah.  But...if you change your mind...if you decide you wanna talk about it...I'll listen."[/color]