We are all stardust
Zen's eyes ran over the older Demi-god's face before finally nodding. Blue and silver stars shifted into existence in the air beside him. (Zen.) Hadama had a quiet intensity to him, one that only made him harder to decipher. The younger Demi-god had no fear of the man, well aware of how loyal the Tidebreaker was to his mother. But that didn't mean Zen felt entirely at ease in his presence. Only one person had managed that so far. Nova.
Pushing all of that to the side, Zen took a few silent steps forward, bridging the gap between the Demi-gods until it was only a few feet. Glancing up to meet Hadama's eyes, his brow furrowed, new dark stars shifting in the air. (How can I help?) He had his own plans and goals. But if there was a way that Zen could assist in the fight against the Void while he laid the groundwork for those objectives, he would gladly do so.
Pushing all of that to the side, Zen took a few silent steps forward, bridging the gap between the Demi-gods until it was only a few feet. Glancing up to meet Hadama's eyes, his brow furrowed, new dark stars shifting in the air. (How can I help?) He had his own plans and goals. But if there was a way that Zen could assist in the fight against the Void while he laid the groundwork for those objectives, he would gladly do so.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
