and the stars will fall from heaven

Tide leans heavily against Modesty's paws, still gazing up at the stars as she talks. Stars spread across the sky, splashed in all directions, drawing him in. They had stories to tell, and he traces the shape of the bears over and over. Even if they'll move, that's okay. He'd be able to find his way back to them, and the north star, too. It's all starting to come together.

Adjusting, shifting, figuring out what way they needed to go. Tide chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking for a long moment. The sun would rise in the east, set in the west. Tracking and trailing it across the sky during the day, and at night he had the north star. He could... he could handle that. He could use that to his advantage. Also, he could probably, really, use a nap. A big yawn cracked his face as he continued to watch the sky above.

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