and the sky was littered with the corpses of stars
Perhaps it’s easier that Juniper doesn’t make any comment in regards to the Voice being among the Old Gods here in this temple, and instead they can pull their journal out of notes and sketches, of things they wished to see the Grounds and the Ruins turned into, a monumental task, but one that they were sure they could do in their hopefully very long lifetime. As it stood now, however, Azrael can’t help the grin that spreads across their face as Juniper takes it all in. “Thank you!” It’s an excited sound of gratitude that leaves them, until of course they settle again, to ask of what occurred with the Mathair.And all sources of excitement and contentness begin to dissipate, the smile faltering slightly until it’s entirely gone, their head cocking to the side as they try to wrap their mind around it, dark eyebrows knitting together in their confusion, concern, and horror.
“Why…” They begin, dark eyes focused on Juniper with the intensity the Ascended were known for having. “Why would they do that?” They can’t understand the need for such a thing, can’t understand what required taking a life and destroying a goddess – though of course, they’re still young, surely they’d understand in a roundabout away at some point.
As for their goddess becoming silent, that is perhaps more horrifying to them, a frown slipping along their face quite quickly. “Will she come back?” They ask, softer now, concern weighing heavily on their mind n ow.
this one night, i saw a million lightyears pass
Azrael
