The sun and the moon (one on on (Closed stalkers welcome)

Moony looked up and squinted. “Oh, there. The greenish one?”

"Yeah! And if you find that constellation over there, the one that looks like a spoon, and follow the tail, you can find the north star."

“What…” Moony tailed off. He wasn’t sure what any of those words were.

Echo giggled and continued pointing out stars. "And that one's Sirius, and Betelgeuse, and Vega over there."

Moony just saw little specks. He didn’t understand dirt-planet people assigning names to them.

"You look very confused. Have you never seen a star before?"

“No. I just don’t understand. Why would you name them?”

"So you know what to call them of course. How else would you know which ones they were?"

Moony tilted his head. “Why would you need to know what they were?”

"Cause…cause..you just do!"

Moony looked at her. “That’s not a reason.”

"But…I don't know why they have names. Why do you have a name? Do you have a name?"

“Yep, my name is Moony. Or people call me that, for some reason. Do you have a name.”

"Cause you're from the moon. That's fun." She giggled. "My name is Echo."

“Hello Echo. I am not entirely sure why your name is Echo but.”

"Why not?" She asked quietly, looking up at him.

“Because you are from the fire-orb. It makes no sense that your name is Echo.”

Echo shrugged, looking up at the sky again. "Who knows? Maybe I'm from here."

Moony shook his head. “The chances of that are slim.”

"You never know. But probably not. My hair…the color of the sun. Kind of." She said to herself, looking down at her hair.

Moony looked down at her hair too. “If you squint a little.”

"Yours looks like the moon. If you squint a little." She smiled, tilting her head a little sideways.

Moony pulled on his hair. “I guess it does. Yours is just… gold.”

"Yeah..it is." She said, playing with her hair.

Moony shrugged. “If I think about it, it does look like the sun.”

Echo smiled up at him. “Thank you!”

Moony grinned back. “You are welcome, Echo.”

“What do we do here?” She asked, still looking at him.

Moony shrugged. “I think we should stay the dark-time here, then move in the morning.”

“Okay.” She sighed, leaning back up against the rock. “I’m not that tired.”