Why are there stars?

She was curious about this Auntie now. She only knew a few little tidbits about each of them, barely enough to identify them by really. Perhaps her father expected her to get to know them well by herself? He did always seem family orientated. When he spoke of his siblings, his voice held this funny note of pride. “The youngest!” she said with a hint of surprise, her butt wiggling all on a will of its own to bring her to a better position to see her Auntie. “But that's impressive, with so many siblings, no one else can claim that” she pointed out, amused.

She shifted her gaze back to the stars, thinking about how all the little dots of star looked like little silver flecks. Honestly, she thought they where quiet pretty, all cold and distant. Perhaps they could understand a little Ray's desire for personal space – something no one else in her immediate family seemed able to grasp.

Astrea offered her a story, and Ray looked back to her Auntie, grinning easily. “I love stories. Daddy tells really funny ones. Did you know that when Daddy was younger he fell in the mud and scared Uncy Volt by being a mud monster?” she giggled, remember the way her dad had told it, changing his voice to a frightened voltage, and the mucky voice of a mud monster. Ray was already shuffling, putting herself in front of her Aunt, so she could look up at Astrea, big blue eyes interested and intent.