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"Y'see tha'? I thin'a saw a shooting star!" Iridian giggled, the blue glow of his right eye strikingly visible in the enveloping darkness. He rolled backward, almost falling on his back if it wasn't for the excited wiggling of his stubby tail. Otomeza held her hand out to catch him if he had fallen, but the gesture fell, unneeded.

The trio had gone to the camping areas of the park solely because there was word that they may be able to see a meteor shower tonight. This particular area had a few nice hills scattering the ground, giving them more of a sense that they could touch the sky while simultaneously giving Iridian something to do if he got bored again. Hopefully he didn't tumble head-first into the ground again, trying to run downhill...

Well, at least Otomeza was pretty sure the newscast had said tonight... she had forgotten to make note of it when she had first heard it. Not that it would really hurt if they were out an extra day; the warmth of the summer sun had gotten Cheyenne annoyed as of late, but the clear night's skies almost made the ordeals worth it. The albino sat with his knees to his chest, arms draped over them as his chin rested on top. He seemed so comfortable now, so serene, it was a complete change from the anger he had been expressing earlier that day, his blanket wrapped tightly around himself to hide his sensitive eyes and skin from the sunlight that shoved it's way through the thick curtains.

"See any meteors yet?" the draconic woman asked the two of them. Iridian seemed to be ignoring the question as he stood, arms outstretched as he spun around with his head to the sky -- it looked so weird that way! Cheyenne shook his head in response, but his grin told of his contentment, whether they showed up or not.

Otomeza began to feel a sense of relief as more people began milling around, much more than one usually saw in the park at night. It was a sure sign that she heard the newscast correctly earlier that week, that this was actually the correct day. True, if tomorrow was just as nice as it was today, they'd probably be out again, but at least the draconic woman didn't have to feel so guilty about making the twins sit here if the event wasn't happening tonight.

Cheyenne, on the other hand, wasn't so sure he liked being around so many people at once, so was pulling his knees closer to his chest. Maybe if he just ignored everyone else, they wouldn't bother the three of them. After all, he was getting tired of some of the strange looks they were receiving. His tail wrapped tightly around his body like a rattlesnake, the barbed tip standing on end as he saw someone approach from the darkness. He relaxed slightly once his eyes flicked over Damien's features; someone from the facility wasn't about to give them grief, right?

Seems both the twins noticed the boy approaching before Otomeza had any clue, but Iridian was still attempting to get his vision to stop spinning as much as his body was doing just moments before when Damien had asked his question. The woman glanced over, a little confused as to why someone was asking her a question like that, but then smiled. "Word is that there's going to be a meteor shower tonight. In an open area like this, it's the best place to see something like that," she explained, before adding after a momentary pause, "Would you like to join us?"

"'M 'Ridian!" the more colorful of the twins was finally able to spit out, bouncing a little on unsteady legs. Cheyenne rolled his eyes at his brother's reaction; he always had to pounce on a new acquaintance...

Iridian's grin only got wider as Damien had returned introductions, always eternally happy with the attention. His finned tail wagged slightly as he waved a 'hello' back before his good eye caught sight of the older boy's fluttering headwings. Pointing up at them, he gaped, "Oooh, those so cool!" He hadn't encountered many other spawn with wings yet, but he certainly wasn't expecting to see a pair of them growing from another's head! He couldn't help but notice the pretty gold coloring of the feathers as well, and he had to consciously hold his hand back from trying to reach up to grab at them.

Obviously more interested in possible friendship than the reason he was out in the park in the first place, Iridian hadn't so much as even looked up into the sky since Damien had spoken to them. Instead, he carried on, "You like stars?" It wasn't until it looked like he was about to ask another question did Cheyenne yank at his brother's pant leg, causing Iridian to stumble in his wording and introduce, "This's Cheyenne; he's my brovver." He pointed at the pale form huddled on the ground, glancing down in time to catch sight of the glaring red eyes beneath the toddler's bangs.

Turning to face him, Iridian crouched down to Cheyenne's eye level, giving him a questioning look. The younger twin hissed a quiet, "Stoppit, he's trying to watch the stars. You're going to scare 'im away." He tried to keep his voice level and low, so that neither Otomeza nor Damien could hear that he was upset. He didn't know if it worked, so once he was done speaking, he buried his mouth behind his folded arms on his knees.

Iridian pouted as he raised himself back up, arms at his back and twisted around each other. He rocked a little on his feet, eyes turning carefully to Damien as he tried to mask his attempt at double-checking that he hadn't annoyed the older boy with his talking.

Fidget, fidget. Iridian wasn't the best at standing still, nor keeping quiet, but he was even worse at taking news that someone may not like him because of his rather bold attitude. It never helped matters that the teal-haired child would come up to anyone like this, no matter their condition or appearance, all in the name of making a new friend. Or, rather, in the name of getting extra attention; it was difficult to tell which was higher on the totem pole for him.

He twitched slightly when he felt Damien's hand trying to emphasize the boy's words, but the action was covered by the way Iridian flipped his head to focus his single, glowing-blue eye on him. His face broke into a giant grin, happy to note that Cheyenne was wrong, that he wouldn't scare off his new friend. However, he wasn't ignorant enough not to see some minor similarities in Damien's attitude that he saw quite often in his own twin's, and this helped to calm him down a little. Cheyenne didn't like the spotlight, and it seemed as though Damien didn't like it, either. At least... when it came to all the talking, right? "Ahkay, I won' ask so many," he chirped, still bouncing a little but refraining from his constant chatter.

Mimicking Damien, Iridian plopped down onto the grassy hill as well, though was more sprawled in the manner he accomplished the action. Cheyenne watched them both out of the corner of his eye, but when Iridian's silence continued for longer than he normally let it drag on, the albino decided that his brother must be letting him take the initiative this time. Either that, or he was taking the 'no questions' request too far, which was... rather unlikely, considering it seemed rather rude to play a game like that.

Glancing up, Cheyenne pointed to the brightest star in the sky. "North Star," he stated bluntly, before pulling his arm back around his knees. A momentary, thoughtful pause before he continued with a shrug, "Not much more, though." No hard facts about starts, at least; he was quite acquainted with the night sky's company, but as more of a pen pal, a parent, or perhaps even a cage.

Closing his eyes, he growled silently to himself. Envy again. It was not something he spoke of verbally. His words recounted the flip side of the coin instead, "The stars are pretty."

Iridian giggled, glad that he didn't have to prod his twin into talking this time. Maybe he was just that comfortable? Well... Damien wasn't as direct as a lot of others they had met, let alone as direct as Iridian himself. "Yeah!" he agreed with the sentiment, "An' I be' the shooting stars will be purdy, too!" He fell backward, back as flat against the grass as he could accomplish with his scaled wing tines. With slight hesitation, he asked, "Wha' d'you know abou' 'em?" Maybe they could all pool their knowledge together?

Cheyenne couldn't help but grin at Damien's reaction to the star he had pointed out, but he made sure to keep his mouth hidden by his arms. He never thought of himself as knowing anything more than anyone else, perhaps because he was such a shut-in, but the comment felt like a stroke to his pride. He wiggled in place a little, an imitation of what his brother tended to do when he got excited, but tried to mask it to look like he was resituating himself into a more comfortable position.

Iridian, in the meantime, attempted to repeat the word that he was just learning, but kept adding a W where an L should go. Unphased by his failure, he marked it off as a word that he would eventually push himself to speak accurately and moved on. He attempted to stare up at where Damien was indicating, but with his problems with depth-perception, it made it harder to pinpoint where exactly the Little Dipper was. He tilted his head, focusing on trying to find it.

"I see it!" Cheyenne perked after a moment's pause, his face displaying his awe. Constellations, eh? How clever! "That's so cool!" he chirped, wondering how many more of them were out there.

To stave off frustration, Iridian added to the conversation, "We should make our own!" It would be just like trying to find shapes in the clouds! Otomeza could help but giggle as she listened in on their conversation, but remained silent otherwise; she didn't want to ruin any fun, after all!

Cheyenne may have concealed the smile in the folds of his arms, but the laugh was still just barely audible, even through the thick fabric of his jacket. It was an interesting observation, and one that the toddler hadn't really thought about. There really hadn't been a whole lot to gauge one's attention so long ago, was there? He silently wondered what kids his own age would have done to pass the time in such a time, or if they all did just what they were doing at this current moment. With a partial wince, he also noted that many of them may have even acted just like his brother and found a game in just about everything. Hopefully they were a little less hyperactive...

By this time, Iridian was finding comfort in the grass once again, feeling like it would be better for them all to be sitting down to have a proper conversation about this. Especially if they were going to be making a game of it! His grin overtook his face as his suggestion was accepted, and he found himself trying his hardest not to spout off a mouthful in the way of conversation to follow. He had to tread lightly if he was to keep a friend, but the effort oftentimes was worth it in the end. "Maybe we shoul' star' with the bunch'a stars over there!" he offered, trying to point a chubby finger in the direction of a concentrated mass in the sky. They were sure to be able to draw something if there were so many there, right?

Cheyenne was surprised to note that his brother may have just come up with a game even the albino could enjoy playing. It didn't require that the boy be any more active than was comfortable, certainly not as energetic as his older twin, and it actually required thought. Color him impressed. With one eye closed, Cheyenne tried to trace a pattern in the sky with his own index finger outstretched to touch the stars. They swooped down in a curve, made a swift turn upward... Hmm, it wasn't as easy as it looked. "That one's kinda like a... a boat or something," he observed, single eye still focused on the grouping, though he was sure something else could be made from it. Perhaps something more creative.

"Like a boa' on da river?" Iridian queried before giggling, "A river o' stars!" He liked the imagery of it! Eagerly, he attempted to find where Cheyenne was indicating, squinting through the darkness to the pinholes in the sky.