[Amelia follows him, hand in hand, her fingers gentle but firm in his grasp with no signs of her wanting to pull away until they reach the telescope. Her eyes gaze up at the velvety night sky with the aurora dancing across it.]

What's your lucky star, Gale?

[What were stars to Amelia? When she lived in the Witch King's domain, her young mind would try to make sense of astronomy and astrology. At some point, she did her best to recreate a starry night sky and could only achieve it during a rare moment of the Witch King giving a demonstration for her to copy. The depth of his knowledge of other worlds and other skies was vast, more than she could ever hope to comprehend at the time.]

I know a few constellations off the top of my head, local to my world. Based on my birthdate, I was born under the sign of Pisces.