A S T E R I O N
in sunshine and in shadow*
“I’m finding I do, too,” he says, matching that hint of a smile with his own. “I hope that we remain that way.” It is an easy thing to say, standing there in the slanting sunlight, when Asterion has no idea of what is to come.
Nothing gold can stay – not spring, not peace. They all must learn to be ready.
The bay nods at the boy’s next question, pleased at the boy’s excitement. It is the second time he’s given a tour of his home, though the paint is a far different man than Eik, Asterion feels the same slow pride as he takes in his home. After being in Denocte, he sees it almost anew.
“I would be honored,” he tells Cynix, and their steps ring out together on the cobblestones.
done! :)
