Not believing something so incredibly strange could be true without absolute, undeniable confirmation, Sol turned fully toward Kira. The romantic tension was completely gone, vaporized by a burning, insatiable, scientific curiosity. He decided to stop probing carefully. He needed to ask the question openly.
"Kira," Sol said, his voice dropping its casual, conversational tone, replacing it with a quiet, intense seriousness that made her instantly stand a little straighter. "I need you to look up at the sky. Tell me exactly what you see. Describe it to me."
Kira blinked, her golden eyes wide. "Sol, are you alright? You're acting strange."
"Just humor me. Please. Describe the sky."
Kira let out a small, nervous breath, turning her gaze upward. "I see the stars. The Great River of light stretching across the black. And I see the moon. It's a waxing crescent tonight. Silver and clear."
