Well, stories usually find a way of getting themselves told. Nice thing about the stars is that they're there so much longer than people- they can wait until the medium to record them exists, even if the same people who found them and made up those stories aren't around anymore.

[Now it's his turn to sound fond. He loves daylight, the sunrise- that's a given, anyone on Eos would. But it's fitting that the night calls to him as well, as it's part of who he is. Maybe it's the privilege that comes from growing up behind the safety of Insomnia's barrier, away from the daemons and danger that haunts those who live outside the walls. He'd grown up with the luxury of loving night. Knowing that doesn't stop him, though.]