"Okay, good. That's a start. Okay, so shadows up against the ceiling," Ki'adan murmured. "I see little shapes in the wood, warping where it would otherwise be flat and polished and waxed." He scooted closer to her, moving only enough to shift the blanket he'd been laying on so that he could cover her with it. He still stayed on top of the blanket and pointed up to a weird set of dots on the shadows.
"Now pretend the little shadows are stars, and we're under the night sky," he murmured, feeling himself growing tired from talking so much. "What stars do you see? It seems like a moonless night to me."