and the stars will fall from heaven

Can't scare the cows. Can't scare the goats. Have to be quiet. Davey fixates on the have to be quiet of it all, though he longs to go harass them. His gaze remains steady on the livestock as they slip past, offering a hard gaze at the one heifer that takes notice of them. Really, he should be praised for taking initative to get that one back in line with the rest but-- ugh, mom. Fine, fine, he'll stick to Modesty's side and not get too out of pocket with it.

They speak in whispers, his gaze tracking to the sky. There are so many stars out here, and they're really something to behold. Davey tries to keep his voice low, even if it's hard. "Isn't there one star that's like, freakishly bright?" He scans the sky from side to side, trying to sort out exactly which one. Craning his neck, trying to find it. Pretty sure he'd seen it the other night, maybe.

"speech"