"Thank you," she said lightly, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. The chairs suddenly started rising and a voice came over the loudspeaker. "Good evening," the voice said. "Welcome to the light show."
The stars swirled above them, and the voice began speaking, pointing out constellations. Poppy's head tipped backwards to watch, the blue light bathing her face. Her lips moved slightly as the voice named the constellations, and she pulled the blanket tighter around her. The stars were clear and bright, and they shimmered down on them as they watched.
Spoiler: Here's what the room looks like, if you're interested! The stars swirled above them, and their chairs moved as well. The ceiling focused on one constellation, and Poppy cocked her head. "Various Chinese legends tell of a weaver girl and a cow herder who fell in love. For reasons that vary from story to story, the girl’s parents weren’t happy about the relationship. The more time the two spent together, the more her parents objected. In one version of events, the girl’s family are immortal gods and the cow herder comes from a line of mortal people. The gods didn’t like romantic mingling between immortal and mortal beings. In another version, the parents liked their daughter’s love interest just fine. But they didn’t like how the two spent so much time together, she neglected her weaving and he neglected his herd. In all the stories, the parents arrange to separate the lovers. In the tale of the gods and mortals, a river is carved between the two. In the version where the parents want the work to get done, the boy and his herd are put on one side of a river, while the girl and her loom are kept on the other. Also in all the stories, the lovers get to spend one night per year together. Magpies sympathize with them and flock so closely together as to form a bridge over the river on that night. There are yearly celebrations designed around this story in China and Japan. You’re looking upon the weaver girl when you look at Vega. The cowherd is Altair. Between them is the Milky Way Galaxy spiral that makes a fair river. This time of year, you can see them in the morning before sunrise." (Source, in case you were wondering:Love legends in astronomy – SkyCaramba)
To Francis, he always enjoyed listening to the old myths and legends. They always interested him, and he watched the stars. (Can you tell I don't know what to say?)
(Haha, yeah. It's okay. I'm not giving much room for it.) The show ended gradually, and Poppy turned to Francis as the lights came on, the stars still shining in her eyes. "Wasn't that amazing?" she asked
"Does it beat the ship?" she asked, turning in her chair to look at him, the blanket up to her chin and her legs curled underneath her.
She grinned at him. "Just stories... wasn't that the last thing I said to you before I fell asleep that first night? God, that seems so long ago."
"The memories that I have of our relationship are very dear to me," she said quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. "For a while, I thought that they would be all I had."
"Well, there's always hope. People say it's a small world, so why not listen to it?" he asked, his tone calm.
