[ Mmm. Basch supposes that's true. He isn't much of a botanist, but he's seen a few species from his world. Even a few from his childhood, though he'd convinced himself it must be misremembered. Somehow the stars seem easier, since he knows they are some kind of magical screen and not a real object.

The question from the stranger surprises him. No one...asks about home much. Maybe that's why he feels open to it. It isn't something he's really touched since coming here. It feels far away. Safer. ]

I have a few memories from when I was a child, but our skies were often overcast. When I moved to the desert later in life, the skies were so clear you could see the galaxies.

[ He squints, then points to the archer. ] That's my birth sign. I think that's fairly common among worlds. One of the old religions says they are all markers of scions the gods cast down for tempting to overthrow them.