It was a beautiful night, and Tycho Brayos was out for a stroll, his head angled up at the stars. The sky was such an infinite ocean - probably vast beyond the scale of the sea of the Bahari. Every little sparkle in the sky was connected, unchanging, but always moving. It was a magnificent thing to study, and one that he knew he would likely never fully understand. If asked, he would probably say that was the only reason he didn't have quite a fear for the sea as many in the pride - because he was so familiar with the sky. They couldn't be too dissimilar? Though the ocean was always changing, always turbulent, never trustworthy. He didn't particularly care about it that much, really.
Every so often he would see a glimpse of a shooting star - some great beast hurtling through space almost faster than the eye could see. He had kept track of the number, in fact - not just as a total, but per night. Tonight he hadn't seen any, but overall, they numbered beyond a thousand. Few ever noticed them but him - maybe they were manifestations of gods? Maybe the only happened for specific reasons? He couldn't yet tell.
Perhaps he would see one tonight. Or perhaps something new would happen? Some supernova or great black hole in the sky? Maybe. So he wandered the edge of the beach, his feet still tickled by grass, waiting to see what the night would reveal.
