Rolling away from her he faced up towards the stars, a dusting of diamonds across black velvet. "I am not sure, to be completely honest Seda, whether the stars look the same or not," he said softly, after his insecurity had passed and his normal state of confidence had snapped back into place. "I never left the city, and star-gazing is rather difficult to do with so many buildings, and lights."
Always pragmatic, Pavak began to realize that a constant state of homesickness was going to do him little good. There was no telling how long he would be in Ferelden, or if he would ever get to go home again. The sooner he began searching for the positive in this new land, the easier his time here would be. "They are amazing though. I've never seen anything like them. This whole country has a very strange, wild beauty to it." He glanced over at her, curious to know more about his camp mate, but unwilling to pry deeply. "Do you have any favorites? Or do the patterns mean anything to Fereldens?"