Rhiza awoke beneath a blanket of woven stars upon a bedding of velvet night. She understood that they were stars, though she did not know why. Then again, such a trivial thing like knowing hardly seemed to matter; they were pretty, they were endless, and she was blessed to look upon them. Rhiza was done with things that evaded either her physical or proverbial capture for now, however, and decided that she would sit in the cave and watch the stars that shared it with her until the scrutinizing glare of the moons had gone away.