Stars in the river and sky

Edmund heard the scratch of pencil on paper and assumed that Deimos had resumed his notes. Yet the Ancient didn't take his eyes off of the river star in the sky. "I need the bones of its last meal." Glancing at a fallen log, Edmund sat down. "I guess I have to wait till it's done with the fish." The Ancient fiddled with the hem of his shirt, not sure what to do to pass the time. How long did it take a river star to eat? He had no way of knowing that they starved their prey for days on end till they died before finally consuming them. For a moment there was only the sound of Deimos' writing. Then there was a rush of wind and a creaking sound as a river star that had been behind the tree line, slammed down into the sand just an arm's width from Edmund. Nearly jumping out of skin, the young Ancient dogged the array of bones that were sent flying from the impact. "Fuck!" Leaping to his feet the Ancient turned a bright red and slapped a hand on his mouth as he glanced at Deimos. "Oh Gods, I am so sorry." What language! His mum would have been ashamed. Edmund Reborn In Fire