Drops Of Jupiter In Her Hair

Moonlight spills into the den’s entrance, calling to Kore in his dream world. A soft voice calls him, pulling him up through the layers of sleep until he blinks open sleep-filled eyes. For a moment, he swears he sees a fire kissed form wreathed in silver light but it gone by the next blink. Sadness tugs at heart and the nebula splashed boy doesn’t understand why. Rolling onto his belly, Kore looks over at his siblings and Auntie, smiling at the tangled mass that greets him. Something tells him he should go cuddle with them but his eyes fall back to the moonlight. Silently, he pushes off the ground and stands, casting one more look at the trio before swiftly moving out of the den. Silvery moonlight greets him, offering him a comfort that no touch can give.

He moves to patch of well-trodden grass and sits in middle of the circle. Over the past serval nights, Kore has made this space, trampling the grass to make the perfect spot to view the moon. For a time, he just sits there, eyes turned upward to the silent goddess. When he speaks, his voice is barely audible, “Mommy? Are out there?” A puppy’s hope is placed in those words, a want to find and rescue his mother. He had been told she died and that meant she was never coming home. While he might not understand death, he does know the heartbreak of not being able to go home.

It scares him to think that she might be wandering out there alone and he longs to find her and offer her their den. Surely, she would want to hold them… right? What did she do wrong to not allowed home? Questions fill his head and threaten to spill out into the night air.

"Kore Regni"