To her luck, Théadan not only knew a Mes’Mo’Tanian story involving the stars, but one that also involved a hunter coming from the same constellation she had pointed out. He pointed out an additional constellation however, one not far from the hunter where seven stars were clustered, almost looking as though they were one large star. They were sisters in Mes’Mo’Tanian lore, and thinking of them as such made Navia smile softly while she swayed with Théadan and listened to him weave the story of the seven sisters and the hunter who coveted not one of them, but all of them. Listening to him explain how the hunter had chased the sisters made her frown softly, only for it to lessen when the moon came to intervene…and for it to return upon the mention of the god who swooped in to assist the hunter for his own entertainment.<br/><br/>The story ended with the sisters forever running from the hunter and Navia gazed up at the stars, trying to wrap her head around how exhausting that would be, to have to always be on the run. They had been like that for quite some time, she was pretty sure more of her and Théadan’s relationship had been spent with them on the run than not, but they were nearing the end of it. Once they reached Mandira, no longer would they have to travel or worry about where they’d stay next. They would have a home. “It was very Mes’Mo’Tanian,” Navia agreed with a small chuckle before shrugging softly, “I’m sure we have stories for many of the same constellations though. We also have a story over those stars, but they are not seven sisters, they are seven fools. It’s said seven men worked together to conspire against Sura and attempt to end life as he had created it so they may rebuild the world as their own.”<br/><br/>Navia paused to look up at the stars she spoke of, one of her hands absently smoothing along the length of Théadan’s bare arm, “Sura threw them into the sky so they would have to spend eternity looking down at the world they could not have and watch the life they had threatened flourish.” It was more vindictive than the other stories she had told Théadan, but hers gods were not all romance and courage. She and Théadan would have to share more stories as the opportunities arose. She liked it so much anyway; she could listen to him speak his mind on any day of the week. As it was, the stories Théadan had told her had very much sounded Mes’Mo’Tanian. She wondered if he knew any that ended happily or without violence. She was tempted to ask, dark eyes gazing up at the stars they spoke about, when another thought crossed her mind and a slow, sly smile began to form on her lips.<br/><br/>“With the way tonight feels, we could very easily have a story all our own,” Navia pointed out quietly, gesturing out toward the field before them while they continued to gently sway, “It’s as if the field is only for us after all; the moon and stars feel the same way, as if they shine down on only us. The hunter is carrying a bow in the Khluri story, so I shall be the hunter since I was able to become somewhat decent with the bow. But you, well I don’t know of anything you have that adds up to seven. You<i>do </i>share qualities with the tigress though, so I suppose our constellations’ story will have to be titled ‘the huntress and the kitten!’” It had been some time since she’d called him one and Navia could not stop from laughing as she pretended to try to wriggle free from Théadan’s hold to ‘escape’ his reaction to her taunt.