We are all stardust
Zen glanced over at the question, seeing that the hybrid’s eyes were on the night sky and not himself. Did he have a favorite constellation? The Demi-god thought for a moment, mind going over the stories that he’d been told that aligned with each of the starry constructs. He’d memorized as many as he could, wanting to know all that he could about his mother’s domain.
There were a few that had always stood out to him. The ones with stories of greatness and power. Of retribution and deserved ends. There were a few that were dear to his mother as well, and so they were dear to him, too. The Warrior was one, as he had apparently been an individual who served his mother. Draco was another. The power and grace of a dragon, Caido’s most sacred creature. Zen pointed at each in the sky, pausing in between to make sure that the man beside him had enough time to recognize each.
There were a few that had always stood out to him. The ones with stories of greatness and power. Of retribution and deserved ends. There were a few that were dear to his mother as well, and so they were dear to him, too. The Warrior was one, as he had apparently been an individual who served his mother. Draco was another. The power and grace of a dragon, Caido’s most sacred creature. Zen pointed at each in the sky, pausing in between to make sure that the man beside him had enough time to recognize each.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
