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Lawl random knowledge. WC: 453
The ivory woman shook her head in response to Kesho's inquiry, but then she seemed to reconsider that gesture, interrupting it and saying: “A little, yes. Just the ones that don’t know any Infernians personally, I guess.”
The old Hydra's frown deepened, and he chose not to respond to this comment. They were right to hold that opinion, weren't they? After all, there were still some in Inferni that were that way. Kesho himself once was, and may still be. His mind still itched, fighting a constant inner battle. His aging morals held steady in his mind, though he fought them to flex with the changing times, and the changing clan. The graying coyote knew that while he might not be able to fully embrace these new standards, he would at least attempt to make himself a little more updated.
Crimson eyes had turned towards the stars now, preferring to get away from political issues for the moment. Kesho couldn't remember who exactly had taught him about the stars, but he had found it fascinating. It was true that he didn't know any massive amount of information about them, but he did know more than most. Some nights, they took him away for hours.
"Hmm,” she said, following his gaze, asking: “I don’t know much about the stars, unfortunately. Which one’s Orion?”
"It's..." he started, but quickly realized that it would be near impossible to point it out to her where he was. So, the Hydra stood and slowly, tentatively walked towards her, awkwardly seating himself next to her so that he might show her from her own view point. The old man was careful not to touch her, feeling his skin nearly itch from being so close at all. Kesho cleared his throat(though it did little to ease the roughness of his voice), and raised a paw in an attempt to point out the star. "You see that cluster of bright stars?" he began, "The brightest one is part of Canis Major, one of Orion's dogs. The other is directly to the right. Canis Minor." he gave a small chuckle. "Not very clever names..." he said, trailing off. With a shake of his head and the realization that he was dropping his guard, Kesho then added: "Anyways, Orion is directly above the two dogs. His torso is made of three smaller stars in a diagonal line."
Had he really just bothered to explain all of that? Either his standards for good company really were changing, or he was simply delirious from lack of sleep. Kesho couldn't say, though, that he wasn't enjoying himself, at least a little bit. It was certainly more entertaining than patrolling the borders for hours without any company; though now that he thought about it, maybe he should be getting back to doing that...