The dark sky is dotted with bright stars and the warm, gentle wind smells of flowers and water. The open field has an incredible view, the green pastures, the trees in the distance and the mountains surrounding the village. Your eyes are taking it all in before landing again on Rafal, his blond hair flying in the breeze before calming down, landing on his concentrated face, looking at the stars with a strange instrument that he had said was called an astrolabe or something like that. You weren't really into these things and only agreed to come because you were bored and lay down on the grass, listening to Rafal muttering something under his breath. With a sigh, which sounded more like a contained complaint, he finally looked at you, chuckling softly.

Have you ever seen the Sagittarius constellation?