"... Oh." Well, if angels exist, she supposes a constellation - or the story behind one - could be just as real. It's startling, but it doesn't beggar belief. Few things do, anymore.

That would make it old, wouldn't it? Most of the stories about the constellations back home go back for generations, handed down since who knows when. She can't recall any cat-shaped ones, though, and she'd like to think she'd remember a tale of a talking cat with violet eyes who ended up in the stars.

How do you talk to a constellation? She has the sudden, slightly absurd urge to get up and curtsy. "I've never met a constellation before," she says instead, which is no less absurd.