The stars. There were so many things that she loved about them, the way that no matter what was going on, you could always look up to the sky and bam, they were the exact same as the night before. It was a peaceful notion, knowing that the constellations above her head would be an ever present company. The seasons would change, there would be storms. But the stars, they would always be the same, without fail. Her eyes watched the boys face as she looked at him. He was close in image to his mother, though, he had more brown and white. He had the same mask on his face, and it made her smile.

Rhaegal was a lively child, and watching his face brought joy to her, seeing the way his expression changed without too much hassle. She wondered why he was awake at this hour of the night, but, at least he wasn’t out wandering around by himself. When he looked to the sky, so did she, a smile brightening her face as she looked upwards. He spoke then, abut stories of the stars. The smile widened into a grin. She paused for a moment, making sure that she wouldn't suggest any gruesome stories to offer. “I do. Would you like to hear the story of Lyra, the lyre, Or Cassiopeia, the queen? Or perhaps, Orion the hunter.” She grinned. She knew those three the most, and would gladly tell him a tale, of whichever he wished.

ten - by camelot out of laila - female - spirane