The topic of the stars brought Navia to a tale her father had once told her, Théadan followed her hand as she pointed up into the night sky, drawing a line between familiar stars as she made an image of the hunter the story related too. It was interesting to listen to the tale as Navia set the scene of the hunter and the tiger, the chance he had to take the tigers life, and the plea from her that she let him say her farewells to her child. Pleasingly the hunter had decided to let the tigress go back to its child, though it we no less than Théadan expected of a tale about an animal that was revered and sacred in Khlurios. Yet the tigress came back to honour her word, only to find the hunter could not bring himself to end her life. Navia's voice cracked a little at that, but Théadan said nothing of it, she was still telling the story, so he let his arms tighten a little around her to hug her that little bit more, his lips brushing against her temple waiting for her to continue.<br/><br/>Akhevan the Khluri god intervened in the story, praising both hunter and tigress, giving them both a place in the stars, the latter of which Navia pointed out to him, drawing his eyes across the sky. As it turned out this was also the tale for why Akhevan would take on the form of a tiger, playing an important role in her country's faith. It was a story Théadan liked for the courage it showed from the tigress, but he did not have long to mull over it before Navia was asking him of what Mes'Mo'Tan had to say about the stars. His eyes went back to the hunter she had drawn out to them, finding it curious. "I've heard a tale of a hunter too that relates to a constellation. Funnily enough it's to do with that collection of stars just to the west of your own hunter." His hand pointed up toward the hunter she had shown to him, and then drew his hand a little way west across the sky of him. until it came to a collection of seven stars closely huddled together. "Seven sisters there were, each as beautiful as the others, and who spent their nights singing and dancing beneath the moon. They would offer their thanks to the moon, celebrating what light it gave through the dark nights, so that everyone the world over would not be completely blind without the sun."<br/><br/>"But then there was a hunter who one night, while stalking prey, happened across this group of singing and dancing women. He was enchanted by them, felt a yearning for them. But he was a man who gave himself over to his basic instincts without restraint. When he desired meat, he hunted, and now as a lust for these sisters stirred, he engaged in a new hunt. One which led him to chase after the women, even as they rejected his advances the hunter would not accept rejection. So the sisters ran, and so their song and praise for the moon went unsung. It wondered where those who had praised him had gone, shining its light brighter down upon the Earth to see where they maybe, only to find the hunter chasing them through the lands, never giving up his chase, even using the moons own light to seek sisters by night."<br/><br/>"After being sung their praises night after night, the moon could not bear to allow these women to be caught by the hunter, and especially not to have its own light that they offered thanks so sweetly for, to be used against them. But it could not stop it's shining for that would rob others of the light it gave. Instead it chose to give them a gift for the praise they had sung to it each night, the moon took the sister to the stars, preventing the hunter from reaching them. It made a place for them where it could hear their song and watch their dance through the ages and into eternity." Théadan's gaze left the collection of stars that were the seven sisters, instead looking back towards the hunter Navia had pointed too as being part of Khluri belief, and pointed it out to her. "But a god of Mes'Mo'Tan, Idras, a god of games and tricks, He had been watching and thought of a way to humour himself. He took the hunter who had chased the sisters, and elevated him to the stars, consigning him to forever be stuck behind the sisters, but always giving chase as the night rolled across the sky from east to west, destined to never catch them, but to never let them rest." He held her close as he continued to have them sway back and forth. "I find it so very curious that our hunters are one in the same, and yet so very different. The Khluri's is a tale of courage and valor, and Mes'Mo'Tan's is so very....Mes'Mo'Tanian." He mused.