Bask in the Light of the Stars
Zen's eyes snap up at the sudden noise, watching as a stranger fall backwards with about as much grace as a squirrel that got its claws on a crab apple. Closing his book and tucking it under his arm, the Demi-god walks over. Looking down at the man with quirked brow, he scans him for injuries. Finding nothing apparent, the small glimmer of worry that had arisen eases, being replaced by amusement.
Above the Demi-god's head, blue and purple swirl into existence. The newborn stars cast colorful shadows on the bookshelf as they spell out Zen's question. (Are you okay?) The man will probably live, but it's worth asking.
Above the Demi-god's head, blue and purple swirl into existence. The newborn stars cast colorful shadows on the bookshelf as they spell out Zen's question. (Are you okay?) The man will probably live, but it's worth asking.
Or be burned by their light
Zen
