There were so many stars in the sky, it was impossible to count them. He'd never tried, but he figured it would be hard to know which one you'd already counted much less to finish counting before the sun came up and they disappeared for the day. Maybe he would ask Viserion to count them sometime; surely he'd be able to come up with some smart way to do it. Black washed ears pricked towards Anemone as he asked about whether or not she knew any stories of the stars. His tail twitched in the grass behind him, eager to hear her reply. Yes! She did in fact know star tales.

She gave him three options - Lyra the Liar (or thats what he thought she meant, it did sound the same after all), Cassiopeia the Queen, or Orion the Hunter. If he did not think it rude to do so he would have asked for all three. But remembering himself he mulled over the options for a moment, glancing up at the stars and wondering which was which. Mismatched eyes fell back to Anemone once more. He'd heard tales of hunters and queens before; after all his mother was a Queen and came from a long line of them. And Sorcha had shared tales of hunters - not necessarily those after prey, but after life goals and tasks to be accomplished. Perhaps the story of a liar would be something new and exciting.

"I would like to hear about Lyra, if that's alright." He said it with a smile, trying to be as courteous as possible. His tail thumped against the ground happily, and he stared expectantly into the face of the newest storyteller he had stumbled upon. Now he would have Uncle Taliesin for tales of their family and Moladion's history, Sorcha for stories about the great beyond, and Anemone for sagas of the stars.