 The Last of Her Kind
Okay, so some constellations were a stretch, but most of them, Adrienne could get behind. Pegasus, though, was just ridiculous. She remembered laughing when she saw it in the book, thinking it was a joke, but no. The thing was literally a square with hangy-bits. That was it. And even if she had had more imagination than she did, there was no way she would interpret that as a horse with wings. A jellyfish, maybe, if she tried. Horse? No WAY.
But apparently the ancient Greeks had thought it was one, and now she was standing at the edge of the courtyard, adjusting her telescope and shivering in the chill fall wind. She should have thought to bring a jacket or something, it being after dark and all, but instead Adrienne had decided to come down here with just her usual school robes. Ugh.
She’d always wondered what would happen if a professor found them out here or something. Did they get off because they were doing homework, or were they supposed to have gotten notes from Flamsteed or something? That would be embarrassing. Adrienne solemnly vowed to herself that she would just have to not get caught.
Oh, there was Pegasus. Looking just as – stifled giggle – square as ever. Adrienne wrote down her observations, snapped her book shut, and, hugging herself due to the cold, started closing up her telescope. She was done here, thank you very much.
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