We are all stardust
Zen cautiously eyed the dark drink for a moment before taking a sip. His eyes went wide. It was hot but incredibly sweet. Maybe a little too sweet but overall, incredibly delightful. He took another sip, relaxing into the cushion behind him as his stars formed in the air. (It’s good.)
The shopkeeper, Ms. Risley if he had caught the right name, approached as his magic faded. In her hand was a plate of cookies, each with a purple jam center. She placed them down on the center of the table with a wink, “Here, boys. Blackberry thumbprint cookies. Fresh from the oven. On the house.”
The Demi-god eyed the cookies warily but as Sah took one, he relented and retrieved one as well. Taking a bite, Zen found that he much preferred these. They were less sweet than the hot chocolate and the slight tang from the berries was nice.
The shopkeeper, Ms. Risley if he had caught the right name, approached as his magic faded. In her hand was a plate of cookies, each with a purple jam center. She placed them down on the center of the table with a wink, “Here, boys. Blackberry thumbprint cookies. Fresh from the oven. On the house.”
The Demi-god eyed the cookies warily but as Sah took one, he relented and retrieved one as well. Taking a bite, Zen found that he much preferred these. They were less sweet than the hot chocolate and the slight tang from the berries was nice.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
