The night was bright and beautiful. The stars glistening from afar. The grass beneath him was wet, he realized. But he still laid under it. Looking at the stars. Solivari had plenty of friends, plenty of other gods to talk to. But something led him here, to look at the stars, to look at the moon, then he saw it. He saw you, sitting by a tree, staring at the stars with him. They made eye contact and Solivari gave the deity a bright eyed smile. “Nice night! Right? I’m Solivari!” He spoke, his smile shining way too bright, but it was reasonable considering he was the god of the sun.