Oh, empty my heart
Recalling what she had been told, Seren hummed thoughtfully. "I think he was a real person, once. A champion to my mother, the way father is now. The first one, perhaps, though I'm not sure. I don't know the story... but he must have done great things, for Mother to place him in the stars like this."
Would Ronin end up there too, one day? Would she? Or would her end come with an invitation to Mort's halls, to be with her mortal sisters? It was a question she could wait a while to have answered.
"Apparently this constellation can be seen from every corner of the sky."
Letting her hand thump back into the grass, Seren turned her head when quiet footfalls in the grass announced Umbra's arrival. Having tired of lying alone, he came slinking like a thief, half expecting to be chased off again. With a soft sound slipping from her throat, Seren extended a hand for her companion, and grunted when he thumped down next to her, head coming to rest like a solid weight on her belly.
"Big lug," she murmured, and ran a hand over his scales. Supple, warm, occasionally sharp enough to slice her fingers open if she wasn't careful; he sure was a handful.
"What kind of constellations did you have, in your home world?" she asked, tilting her head back over so she could sneak a glance at Sah.
Would Ronin end up there too, one day? Would she? Or would her end come with an invitation to Mort's halls, to be with her mortal sisters? It was a question she could wait a while to have answered.
"Apparently this constellation can be seen from every corner of the sky."
Letting her hand thump back into the grass, Seren turned her head when quiet footfalls in the grass announced Umbra's arrival. Having tired of lying alone, he came slinking like a thief, half expecting to be chased off again. With a soft sound slipping from her throat, Seren extended a hand for her companion, and grunted when he thumped down next to her, head coming to rest like a solid weight on her belly.
"Big lug," she murmured, and ran a hand over his scales. Supple, warm, occasionally sharp enough to slice her fingers open if she wasn't careful; he sure was a handful.
"What kind of constellations did you have, in your home world?" she asked, tilting her head back over so she could sneak a glance at Sah.
I've got to make room for this feeling
SEREN
