If one's soul reflects the moon
Other people had commented on or inquired about Zen's use of stars for communication. Some did so mockingly, others curiously. Melita's inquiry fell towards the latter, and the younger Demi-god couldn't find any trace of disdain on her face. Letting the stars morph in the air, he decided to answer her honestly. (Yes. Attuned bond. Interpreter.) Zen paused, shrugging, (Charades?) He'd encountered one person so far who had difficulty with his stars, but he'd been able to adjust their appearance and complexity to meet Zavien's needs to the best of his ability. It wasn't perfect, though. The Demi-god had yet to try and communicate with someone who couldn't read.
When Melita moved to cast her magic again, Zen took a few steps back. Just to be safe. No amount of guesswork, however, could have prepared him for the reality of her turning into a frog. There was only one conclusion that Zen could make. Ludo's Demi-god was as chaotic as the herald was rumored to be.
Glancing between the Frog Melita and the tree, the younger Demi-god figured she'd be fine. Just as she had when she'd randomly passed out. Moving his arms into position, Zen summoned another arrow. Before he let go, he glanced to ensure that Frog Melita was still in the same spot and not at any risk of a stray arrow. When he was certain of her safety, he focused on his tree and released the arrow. This time, he hit the tree. Not in the center, as he'd aimed for. But only slightly above his mark.
When Melita moved to cast her magic again, Zen took a few steps back. Just to be safe. No amount of guesswork, however, could have prepared him for the reality of her turning into a frog. There was only one conclusion that Zen could make. Ludo's Demi-god was as chaotic as the herald was rumored to be.
Glancing between the Frog Melita and the tree, the younger Demi-god figured she'd be fine. Just as she had when she'd randomly passed out. Moving his arms into position, Zen summoned another arrow. Before he let go, he glanced to ensure that Frog Melita was still in the same spot and not at any risk of a stray arrow. When he was certain of her safety, he focused on his tree and released the arrow. This time, he hit the tree. Not in the center, as he'd aimed for. But only slightly above his mark.
Zenith
Half will always be dark
