[She can feel his hands on her shoulders as she looks through the telescope and it makes her smile. There's nothing about his warmth that Amelia wants to shy away from at the moment.]

Omen of Imagination, huh? I'll take it. It sounds similar enough to a Pisces.

[Her eye takes in Gale's lucky star and then she notes that with the other stars around them, there are some similarities to constellations she can recall but for everything else, some reviewing would be needed. Standing up straight, she turns her head to Gale.]

What does Tarsakh look like? I'll try to find it and see if I get some extra luck tonight.