After the nights studies of the heavens and its star movements, noting that my friends up there that change with the seasons, glistened so bright, I start to pack up my eyepiece and astrolabe with much care. This path this same path back home to the simpletons. Will I have clear a sky tomorrow to chart, will these human nomads ever realize its bigger than what we can see........why is it cloudy.....where is the road.........what is this mist..........?
Rubbing my eyes from the pain in my head I notice that the sky is different.....the stars are different.....I close my eyes to get my bearing and to my astonishment they are different patterns, different ratios......
Who are these people with wagons? I'm hungry. [sits around the Vistani campfire and tries to communicate for some gruel]
