VoK Prompts

What does your lion think of stars and the night sky? Do they have a legend or personal thought on what those strange lights are? Do they accept them as reality and just ignore them? Do they think them to be ancestors? 250 word minimum
Word Count - 280/250 + 323/250
Points: 2

Amanzi, gazing at Isihambi. Isihambi, barely visible, gazing at the night sky.
"Isihambi, what do you see in the stars?" A loaded question, innocent from the surface.
"Home. Or at least it used to be. Maybe. One of them, somewhere. Maybe,"
Always the same scenario, the same question, the same answer.
Isihambi was a lot more open to Amanzi than he used to be, but this was something he never elaborated on. What else was there to say? What could he say? There weren't words to describe it. Honestly, he was ashamed of all the memories he'd pushed away until they were unreachable, now only fragments and snippets, more dreamlike than reality. Were they even real, or remnants from his madness? If he believed them, what would that make him? A madman or an alien? Nowadays these loose threads of his past only returned when he didn't want to see them, didn't want to believe, when he pushed them away. No, he won't see any on a clear night like this, gazing at the stars. He could only remember the ones he latched onto, the ones he kept at the front of his mind, never to be pushed away again: The stars then didn't look like the stars now. They were bigger, brighter, in a different formation. They glowed in color. Every color of the rainbow. They were happy. Or sad. Or mad. Or anything really. They were much more alive. Nothing was the same really. Would anything ever be the same again? But then Amanzi would nudge him, smile her beautiful smile, and he would be reminded that everything didn't have to be the same, because this was home.

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The stars were Isihambi's first love, this Amanzi knew. He was always gazing at the stars, more so then he even looked at her. Not that she minded, of course, because she loved him just the way he was, and if she wanted a lion to constantly gaze at her she would have had plenty to choose from.
It was what Amanzi didn't know that troubled her. She had learned a lot about Isihambi over the years, all in a couple confusing sentences at a time, but she was afraid she would never know everything, never know enough. Or maybe she wasn't supposed to know everything, shouldn't know everything. Maybe Isihambi was protecting her. What truths did he really see in the stars?
The classic question, the one she had asked so many times to no avail. But did it matter, really? She knew her truth, and enough of his. To her, the stars meant love. Afterall, from what she could gather from Isihambi's cryptic answer, the stars were his home, so they had given her her love. Although he may not think it as much of a miracle as she did, somehow wishing upon a star had really worked, had really brought love into her life, and for that she would always love the stars. What else, Isihambi looked like the stars, and the stars like him. Gazing at one would remind her of the other, so her love would always be with her, day and night. Because of this, even on the days Isihambi wasn't believing his own memories, she could believe them for him. The only evidence she needed was right in front of her, full of beauty and secrets. Secrets of the stars, secrets of the past, secrets of love. Wasn't it funny how things went full circle like that? Isihambi would like that. She nudged him and smiled, finding peace in the well of secrets behind his eyes.