Laughter escaped her upon hearing Théadan’s aggrieved groan. She so loved to tease him just as much as he did to her, and he took it in stride as he always did, his arms tightening around her to keep her from fleeing like she was pretending to want to do. He pointed out she could only be considered a huntress because of him and she nodded, leaning back against him while she continued to chuckle, pleased with her ability to bring back up the ridiculous name she had chosen for him. He was right though; it made much more sense for their roles to be reversed. More than anything, as Navia’s gaze lifted back to the stars and Théadan spoke of how they could choose their own stars for their own story, she found herself wanting exactly that. Their own stars, their own pieces of the sky they could look upon and be reminded of their love for and dedication to each other.<br/><br/>He wanted stars they would be able to see over both their countries, a sentiment Navia wholeheartedly agreed with. Mes’Mo’Tan had done much to hurt her country, but it had given her Théadan and allowed her to have experiences she never would have had in Khlurios and for that she was grateful. And even though their child would be raised in Khlurios, she knew it would be important for Théadan to teach their son or daughter about his heritage. Therefore with Théadan looking toward the north, Navia did as well, wanting to see what stars were available for them to choose from. She shifted in his arms while her eyes searched the heavens, turning to face him so she could snuggle up to him better and enjoy the view while leaning against him. He had a funny grip on her shirt she didn’t fully understand, but she just gave his hands a small push while she turned. Her arms slid around to rest around his waist, the side of her face resting against his shoulder.<br/><br/>“Mm-mm,” Navia sighed, shaking her head slightly in agreement that she did not want to be sent up to the heavens to live eternity as a star, “Between our two countries, it could be hard to choose ones that don’t mean anything to one of us. It doesn’t even have to be whole constellations though, just two stars we can look at and know what they mean to us. Then if we’re ever apart for some reason, we can look at them and know we’re together even when we’re apart.” She could not think of a reason why they would be apart, but Navia supposed it was bound to happen throughout their lives together, so it would be sweet to have a couple stars to call their own and look up at if they missed each other. Someday they could share the stars with their child too, giving them something to remember their parents by.<br/><br/>“There,” Navia suddenly said, her gaze fixed northward, as her hand extended from Théadan’s waist to point out a star that stood out from the rest, brighter and fixated northward, “I only know it as the<i>ruzat</i>, for it is so bright. But look just to the west, see those two stars close together? They can be us. Unless they’re part of a constellation in your country.” The stars would be visible in both countries and would be easy to determine when they could always use the<i>ruzat </i>as their guide. Smiling to herself, Navia let her hand drop back to its spot around Théadan’s waist as she sighed contentedly. It really was a beautiful night, made all the more special with them choosing stars to represent them. She was growing sleepy however, and was probably leaning against Théadan more than usual. “Are you ready for bed?” Navia asked softly, eyes wandering to enjoy the view of the<i>rajjana </i>a bit longer.