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He raised an eyebrow at her giggle, and wondered if the stars were really nothing more but wayward lovers. How they would get a mistress out of a dragon was beyond him. But, soon she explained, and he listened to the tale with open ears. Though she had forgotten some bits and pieces, he heard enough for him to manage to put together the story. "Maybe she, the goddess, put Draco in the stars as a punishment for sleeping on the job." It seemed reasonable, but being seen by many every night did not seem like a terrible fate. "Or maybe when the thing put him to sleep, he realized how tired he wy guarding a single apple, and the goddess decided to reward him?" he said, unsure, not really used to imagining ending for things that were not real.
He turned his head to see her stammer, which he found amusing. With a grin on his face, he propped himself on an elbow as she tried to get out what she said, though he was a bit curious as to why she was suddenly hurried. When he got up a little, he noticed a smell, and he realized that was the thing that he noticed eariler that threw him off. Furrowing his brows at it, he took a quiet intake of breath in attempts to find out what it was, but he regretted doing so moments later. Though it was vague, the smell was strong, in a good way. But, nevertheless the smell surprised him, and laid back down on his back, where the scent was more obscure; it seemed that the smell was always there but he didn't notice until then, or it lingered in his mind and he just thought he was still scenting it.
Now it was his turn to fumble with his speech. "T-they--the books, I mean, um, say that they are clouds of dust and fire. And, uh, I think its said that they're... lightmonths away?" He personally did not agree with what the books said about stars, and the words that were to big for even him to know confused him too greatly. And what he did know was being muddled with the distraction that was the scent. "Anyway... I think they, uh, said that the sun is the closest star." Trivial. "And, um... the hottest star burns blue instead of red." Useless. Whatever he said was facts that were probably the most unimportant things he could say in a situation.
He laid there, awkwardly silent. "So, um... what do you think stars are made of?" Maybe her talking could keep his mind off of it, and with an opened question like that could keep her busy.
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