[AW] This grand show is eternal

[Asterion]

Asterion in sunshine and in shadow* I suppose we’ll only find direction when we stop looking for it. It’s enough to quiet him, for a moment, though the childish part of him wants to protest. It’s like a riddle, and aren’t riddles supposed to have answers? But he softens his lips into a slim line and tilts his head, looking out to sea, letting the words wash over him again and again like the water running up the sand. Like maybe this time, or the next, he would solve it. Of course he can’t, of course it isn’t that kind of thing. It’s like the line between morning and day, and here they stand in the sunlight below a dozen seagulls searching for breakfast.   He is almost surprised by the question; Asterion feels they’ve come so far, this strange kinship, that surely names are something they should know. But he turns to the gray with a little smile and finds the same kind of expression mirroring him. “Asterion,” he offers, and his smile grows wider at the name, at what follows. “Yes,” he agrees, as firmly as though they already have plans in place, and marvels at the feeling of sunlight on his cool wet skin as he watches Eik recede across the sand. A moment later, he turns and begins to pick his own way up the beach, toward Terrastella. ooc: oops I realized I never IC-closed this one