* all fingers but the index curling in towards his palm, as he slowly traces dot to dot. *
* ...and a translucent shade of another hand laid over his in similar pose, guiding it on its way... connected to arm and shoulder and body of a figure standing behind him, vague and indistinct, leaving only impressions of blonde hair sweeping past her shoulders, warm honey-gold eyes. An echo of an older woman's voice, gentle and patient. *
"Three in a row, there... that's Orion's belt. His shoulder, his arm... and his sword, or club... do you see it, Claude?"