and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
“She’s here too.” They say with a chime, a softer smile on their face at the mention of the shrine being dedicated to the Old Gods. On the outside, it certainly was, but they could go and pray to it and they’re sure the Voice would hear them, she may even show. But they don’t admit all of that, just the fact that she’s there mixed among the rest of the shrine.As for the project, though, they’re practically beaming as they bob their head in agreement. “Yes!” They say, moving to stand quite quickly so they can pat their pockets of their clothes, searching for the little book they kept with them. Once they’ve found it, they settle beside her again, opening the book to quite impressive sketches of homes and fluid designs, something far more advanced than their preteen brain could likely manage – but it showed just how much they absorbed their reading and had their father’s attention to detail.
They let her look at it for however long she likes, focusing on the comments of puddles and Leafchange, of Flowerbirth and how there’s usually more, nodding again until she stops at the Mathair, their brows drawing together in curiosity. “Oh no." They pause, sadness trickling through the tones of their voice. "What happened to it?” Because they didn’t know, but were curious, what could tear down such a large tree, if it were something that they should be concerned about, or better yet if it were something they could help try to fix.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
