sounds like hallelujah

ALISTAIR Alistair smirked quietly and nodded at the compliment. "Thank you..." The rest of the meal would occur in comfortable silence as the skies grew darker the stars grew brighter. The comforting crackle of the fire did plenty to ease and warm the two. There was comfort in honesty, even in the realm of harsh truths, which he would prefer over lingering lies. "I've seen too many secrets hidden by smiles not to notice anymore. It's a skill nearly perfected myself..." he chimed as he ardently stoked the fire. "Would you like to see something of a parlor trick?" Alistair asked as he scooted close enough to bring his arm around Rexanna , giving a grin. "It'll be ok, promise..." He assured her in case she assumed he was being a rather primitive Neanderthal with a pathetic move like that...which she'd be partially correct. His hand slowly raised near the side of her cheek and pointed at the stars. "Just need the right...one..." He spoke quietly as he leaned in to share her perspective until he guided her to the right constellation. "Perfect..." He had found one a constellation similar to Haldir back home. A cluster of stars which aligned like a rider on a chariot. "Back home...those clusters shaped the form of Haldir, the warrider. The legend is, he stormed every battle along his war chariot, and in a display of power and calculation, he conquered all challengers. His pride growing with every victory. It grew so much he would come to denounce the gods, others had felt, championed him. One day, under the shock of all involved, Haldir was struck, and tumbled off his chariot. He staggered onto his hands and knees, for the first time he appeared mortal. He called to the gods to bless him once more, and all but one refused. Pietra, mother of the solstice...are you following so far?" He asked quietly turning to Rexanna, had they both turned at the same time their lips would nearly meet, which would cause Alistair to pause briefly and clear his throat before continuing. "Against the will of the gods, Pietra answered his plea and blessed Haldir with the strength to preserve pride and victory...the gods were angered, and the world shook. In their rage, Pietra was stripped of her divinity and made mortal. They ran, and ran, and ran until they were far off the reach of the gods...when asked why she answered his call, even in the face of unavoidable wrath of her kin...her answer was simple. Faith. All these centuries, the gods grew in power from the faith of man, but wht was their faith never returned? A simple act of faith, even in the face of wrath...Haldir and Pietra soon married, and lived the remainder of their days in peace. It is said, even in death Haldir rode his chariot, ever the conquerer, with Pietra's blessings around him. So you simply find the cluster...and intentionally cross or blur your eyes...the constellations will shape and the faint shimmer of Pietra's blessings could be seen around her champion." He leaned in a bit closer to make sure Rex would be facing where he asked her to, and smirked. He than playfully crossed his eyes to show her an example, not to make her seem the gullible fool.