Rhyder's POV.
"What's that one called, daddy?"
"That's Cassiopeia, Tate."
"And that one?"
"Orion."
"And that one over there?"
"That's the one they call the Big Dipper."
Tate giggled - the sound filled the otherwise silent night.
It was a perfectly clear night with every star visible for miles.
We were lying shoulder to shoulder on the soft forest ground next to the dying fire - its embers shooting up into the velvet sky like tiny red sparks.
Tate was pointing up at all the constellations that he could see, asking me to name every one.
"That's a funny name, daddy."
I shrugged, reaching my arms above my head and folding my hands together to support it.
"Yeah... I suppose it is."
"Why is it called that?"
"I'm not sure. But my father told me that it's a bear being persued by th
