It is a quiet night. The campfire Ari has set up crackles pleasantly, and the crisp night air soothes Ari’s throat like a balm.

He sips a light pale ale tucked in a metal can, and reclines back into his chair eyes fluttering closed as a light, warm breeze basks over his skin.

This is perhaps the best feeling he could think of, lightly buzzed, sun-warm skin cooled by a night wind and the calming smell of campfire smoke filtering through him.

He opens his eyes and feels himself melt further into the soft linen of the beach chair, eyes tracking over familiar constellations. The names pass through his mind, whispered in a familiar voice, ancient and unknown, but a soft comfort, somehow.

The moon is hidden tonight, the shadow of world blocking the natural reflection of light, and Ari is thankful for the evening sky to show twice as many stars.

He takes another pull of his drink and sighs into the empty air, rubbing a thumb mindlessly over the silver ring on his middle finger and twisting it around as he clings to the remnants of the astronimic names and soothing tone repeating the legends and shapes to him.

There is comfort in the night, and a sky full of stars to blanket him, and there is almost no where he would rather be.