We are all stardust
Zen's eyes narrowed, silver glinting at Hadama's question. He knew his purpose well. Vesper hadn't inquired about it or mentioned his. But clearly that topic wasn't as taboo as the newer Demi-god had anticipated. After a heartbeat, stars reformed in the air. Thier color was a deeper blue, bordering on black and frosted with white. (Balance. Protection and Devastation.) To protect and care for those worthy of his mother's love, and to destroy those who turned their back on her. An enforcer of her will. An extension of her wrath. That was Zenith's purpose. It was also what further separated him from his fallen sister.
Still, if Hadama wished to pry, then Zen would take the opportunity to do the same. His head tilted slightly, as he regarded the Tidebreaker neutrally. (Do you know yours?) He had been under the impression that it was to protect Torchline and ensure it remained in his mother's grasp, but perhaps Hadama had a more abstract purpose.
Still, if Hadama wished to pry, then Zen would take the opportunity to do the same. His head tilted slightly, as he regarded the Tidebreaker neutrally. (Do you know yours?) He had been under the impression that it was to protect Torchline and ensure it remained in his mother's grasp, but perhaps Hadama had a more abstract purpose.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
