and the stars will fall from heaven

Davey is too busy harassing Tide to pay much mind to the mythology of it all. Chomping at his brother's ears, nipping at his heels, driving the pup around in circles and slushing through the grass. Being out after dark like this is a treat, why did he need to waste it? Following directions, and his mother's gaze toward the sky... ugh.

By the time he tunes back in, Modesty is saying something about a map. Oh, stars that move, too? "How do we figure out what's like, relative? How we're standing at the start?" Davey's nose wrinkled for a moment. This navigation shit was hard... and he should probably be paying more attention.

"speech"