some people are born with tornadoes in their lives
but constellations in their eyes
Maru has a routine in his kingdom, one that has lasted for a time now. There have been no wars, few internal issues, and aside from the new curiosity from those on land there has been no reason to change his ways. As such it is easy for Delta to find him when she does, no longer blinded by her last visit to the Shrines. Maru had been deeply relieved when it had passed, glad that it had indeed been a curse of sorts instead of a permanent affliction.
It seems he spoke too soon however, because Delta looks worn and haggard when she arrives in his doorway, the touch of her voice shaken and hesitant. He turns from his current work, setting it aside without a second thought to give his full attention to his only daughter. A pulse of his tentacles moving him away from his desk and closer to where she hovers uncertainly. I am here. What is wrong, child? Arms opening invitingly in case she seeks a more physical sort of reassurance.
It seems he spoke too soon however, because Delta looks worn and haggard when she arrives in his doorway, the touch of her voice shaken and hesitant. He turns from his current work, setting it aside without a second thought to give his full attention to his only daughter. A pulse of his tentacles moving him away from his desk and closer to where she hovers uncertainly. I am here. What is wrong, child? Arms opening invitingly in case she seeks a more physical sort of reassurance.
others are born with stars at their feet
but their souls are lost at sea
