A/N: AHAH! My first TDP fic... ahhh, I just love Rayllum so much. And this fandom. And The Dragon Prince. And well, that's everything... I'm kidding, the fanfic writers and artists in this community are so talented, I love how much everyone contributes! I decided it's been long overdue since I joined the fray. This'll be a collection of one-shots revolving around Rayla and Callum (and Zym, of course) and their journey throughout Xadia. I'll probably check out prompts, but if you want to suggest something go to my blog and ask me.

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Without further ado, the story!

Word count: 1,901

All Starry Eyed & Fiery Inside

"Do you know all the constellations?"

The sudden question sparked confusion in Rayla, causing her to shoot a confused look at the boy beside her. "Er, what?" she replied.

Callum's attention was directed straight toward the sky, almost as if he was gazing wonderingly into the vast space. "You know… the stars?" he lazily prompted.

Rayla's confusion did not deteriorate. If anything, it just increased. She looked down in her lap and noticed Zym sharing the same look as her. At least she wasn't the only one lost here. "Uhhh, why?" she gently asked.

He shrugged, eyes still upward. "I dunno, I just figured, since you're uh, well—a Moonshadow Elf—you'd know a thing or two about the stars?" He offered an innocent smile her way. He seemed hesitant with his thought. As if saying it out loud made him realize how silly it sounded.

Rayla couldn't help but giggle at the boy's awkwardness. Her gaze fell back onto the campfire before them, leaving a moment to ponder the question he'd asked. Meanwhile, Callum's gaze shyly craned back to the sky, assuming the conversation had died off then and there.

The two were currently sat a mere feet away from each other. Callum had his knees crunched up to his chest whilst Rayla kept her legs crisscrossed, allowing for a certain Storm Dragon to lay there. Both their eyes had been fixated on the blazing fire for quite some time now. They dwelled within a blissful silence for nearly ten minutes. Rayla contently found herself petting Zym's head whilst staring into the campfire. Callum was sketching in his notebook once again, but Rayla didn't pay it any mind. She was too busy being wrapped up in the moment to really bother. Besides, she figured it was just another sketch of Zym.

But the sudden randomness of Callum's thoughts were a notion to be desired.

Where did he get these thoughts?

Regardless of how much it ruined their peaceful silence or how abstract it seemed, Rayla was more than willing to entertain him.

"Well, I can't say I don't know nothin' 'bout them," she suddenly spoke.

He quickly drew his attention to her and raised a brow. "But you know some?"

Rayla sighed as she shook her head. "Well, duh. Who doesn't know anything about stars, Callum?" she sarcastically replied. "Besides, last I checked, Stars and Moon were separate categories on the wheel of Six Primal Sources." She lifted her hand and wiggled her finger around in a circle teasingly, remarking with a smug grin. "And that's like assuming since you're now a Sky Mage, you know everything about the weather." She leaned over and squinted at him. "And do ya? Mister Weatherman?" she jokingly asked, "What's the sky looking like tomorrow then?"

Callum disappointedly frowned at his companion. That was win in her book. "Fine, fine, you made your point. It was a dumb question," he dismissed with a weak wave. He fell back onto the ground and stared up into the sky, smiling once more. "Would stars be considered part of the sky?"

A snort escaped Rayla before she could stop it. She immediately covered her mouth and attempted to hide her bundle of chuckles. "Oh, knock it off!" Callum whined, throwing a playful punch to her ribs.

Ralya held her hands up innocence and smirked. "Alright, alright! I'm done," she conceded. She stared at Callum for moment and followed after him, leaning back against the grass. Her gaze flew up into the black sky and the sight above amazed her.

A vast sea of darkness, illuminated by speckles of sparklights. About millions of bright dots, stretched across the night sky. Underneath it all, just the two of them (and Zym).

"What brought this on?" Rayla questioned.

Callum sighed. "I dunno… just… I thought the sky looked pretty."

"So? The campfire's pretty too."

"Yeah, I know."

"Then?"

"I dunno," Callum replied, wearing an earnest smile. "I just, I noticed the Katolis and realized that's the only constellation that really stood out to me. I-I mean, I do know some, but like, I guess I just realized I don't really know much of them," he shyly admitted, eyes still to the sky.

Rayla cocked her head at Callum. "What? Whattya mean ya see 'Katolis'?" she repeated in finger quotes. "Where? How? We're in Xadia, Callum."

He laughed. "No, no, no, the constellation above us!" he quickly supplied. When he noticed Rayla's confusion remained, he sighed and grabbed her left hand with his right. Without even thinking, he raised their hands to the sky and pointed above them.

Rayla stared at the point of his index finger and noticed he was pointing at one of the largest stars. Slowly, he began to trace his fingers around the stars, connecting the dots with an imaginary line. His finger led her around in a near circle, creating small gap near the bottom. His finger drew up a vertical small line at the break, and another smaller line on the other side. This shape, although crudely connected, looked familiar to Rayla, she knew she'd seen it somewhere. A large circle with two lines, almost like a circlet.

"Wait… is that—"

"The crown of Katolis?" Callum suggested. "Yes, yes it is. Named after my kingdom," he proudly stated. He slowly brought down his and Rayla's hand to the ground, smiling at the stars. He seemed quite pleased with himself for Rayla's reaction.

However, the Moonshadow Elf has a different view of wonder in mind. She shot Callum an amused look, to which he noticed, and laughed at his statement. He stared at her confusedly, awkwardly stammering, "Wh-What? What'd I do?"

"Ha! Oh, I just, that's-that's not a constellation!" she laughed, shaking her head at the young boy beside her.

"What? How? What'd you mean!"

"Callum, you're actually looking at Sol Regem's horns!"

"What!"

"Yeah!" Rayla nodded. When she saw Callum's confusion, she immediately grabbed his hand and pointed up at the constellation. Mimicking the same concept, she led his hand around the stars, pointing out the distinct outline of a large pair of horns. It was nearly shaped like the horns of the Sun Dragon the two had encountered when they first entered Xadia.

Callum's eyes widened at the sight as he released a gasp. "Whoa… you're-you're right!"

Rayla scoffed. "When have I ever not been?" she cleverly shot back.

"Ha ha," Callum rolled his eyes. "Okay, oh so wise Elf, show me what else you know then?" He used his free hand and gestured to the sky above them.

Rayla proudly smiled. "Gladly!" she eagerly tightened her grip on his hand and led him around. Callum raised a brow at the shape she'd shown him. It looked like a symbol or letter. "That one's the Night Watcher," she announced after finishing. Their hands fell down at their sides, still firmly connected. "The constellation is the Draconic symbol for its name."

Callum's eyes gazed up at the constellation in wonder. "Wow…" he gasped. Rayla smiled at his wonderment. He looked like Ezran gazing upon a sweet treat. Callum's attention never deferred as he curiously asked, "How do you say it?"

"Noctis Vigil," she answered. "Old Elven tale was told around long before I was a wee lass. Parents tell their kids that the Night Watcher reigns high above the sky at night, watching their dreams and taking care of them." She chuckled to herself. "The idea was that the symbol was suppose to represent protection and comfort kiddies and all that, but when you grow older ya start to realize—"

"—That a word in the sky seems kinda absurd as a protector?" Callum guessed.

Rayla nodded. "Bingo."

The two shared a laugh. Their fits of giggles and snickers were enough to get Zym smiling. After a moment, Rayla said, "Alright, show me one of yours."

Callum awkwardly chuckled. "Uhh, ha, I don't think ours is as interesting as yours."

"Obviously," the Elf teased. "But I'm still curious as to what else you humans came up with with."

"Okay, well…"

And it continued. The two laid there, in a blissful quiet silence. Delicately whispering to each other as they pointed out the stars their peoples had named. Small fits of laughter exchanged between them, like a bunch of little kids. Callum watched in awe as Rayla excitedly explained the origin and details of the symbols and signs marked within the space of the stars. All the while, Rayla smirked and laughed at Callum's direction and indication of certain strange constellations.

"But, why a belt though?" she'd asked, blatantly confused.

Callums sighed, his face scrunched up as he briefly pondered the question. "I… actually don't know."

Rayla snorted. "Honestly, humans seem to have a fascination with jewelry and accessories in the stars." She smiled at the thought. "Guess it's a nice idea. But it's really materialistic…"

"I always felt like it's because the real gem is up there, ya know?"

The sudden genuineness of his voice threw her for loop. Rayla shot him a look, wonderingly staring into his content eyes. He just seemed so happy with everything. Just this moment, to gaze upon the universe above. It was adoring. The way his smile creased upward as he observed the constellations was heartwarming. The way his green eyes gleamingly reflected the vast speckled sea of stars was entrancing. The way his hand calmly and comfortingly intertwined itself with hers.

Heat rose to Rayla's cheeks as the realization hit her. They had been holding hands for… a really long time now. She had no idea how long they'd been lying there, pointing out the stars, but she remembered this began with Callum. She can recall him easily wrapping his hand around hers and leading it around. But the real turn came when she repeated the same gesture.

She wasn't sure when that leading around led to this. This, entanglement of—well what was it? Why did this feel so comforting? Why did it make Rayla feel so warm and… safe? And why did the fact that Callum's effortless method of slipping through her hands make her feel happy? Why did she feel this way? When did this happen? When did she start finding solace in his presence?

She looked down at their hands. They were resting by their sides, firmly held together. His fingers slipped perfectly through gap for each of hers. His five fit her four. Like it was meant to be. It was as if his hand was meant to hold hers, to encase it, to warm it. Almost like he was supposed to hold her—

"Sorry," he suddenly spoke up.

Dazed, confused, (along with a mix of other emotions) Rayla blinked as she returned her gaze back to her companion. "Sorry, what?"

Callum slowly looked over at her, nervously smiling. "I guess that was a bit too… real, huh?"

She stared at him for a few seconds, then realized he was referring to what he had just said. "O-Oh," she stammered out, "Ri-Right, yeah." She shook her head and smiled. "Nah… it was… sweet. I think it's cute."

Callum raised a brow. "Really?" he inquired, clearly surprised. He must've noticed her awkwardness. "Are you feeling okay?"

Rayla nodded, gazing back up at the sky. Her grip relaxed along with her smile. "Yeah… I'm fine." She sighed, contently. "Just feeling a lil' warm."

A/N: I know, it wasn't crazy good or anything like that, but I just really wanted to write a moment like this. Nothing to out there but more along the lines of pureness and comfort. That's all! Please, review, favourite, and follow!

Until next time,

- Bleh