Drops Of Jupiter In Her Hair

Life is strange. In the short time Kore has been alive, he has felt the most whole at night. Somehow sitting under the silvery moon just feels… right. He has no memory of his mother, no figure to conjure up in his dreams to give him comfort and yet… sitting under the stars, watching the celestial body sit in judgement over the land, Kore finds that comfort he has been missing. His sister is quiet, her paw steps a whisper in the wind, and he welcomes her with a smile. Ao’s star-filled form gives him comfort and strength and, while they still very young, Kore feels a need to protect his star glad siblings with his life. When she speaks, Kore takes time to ponder her words, eyes still turned up toward the moon. The nebula pelted boy tries to understand and put into words exactly what he feels.

When Aoede presses into his shoulder and a small smile plays across dark lips and Kore shifts to offer her support if she wants to lean in more. After a moment, the galaxy-hued boy turns his eyes from the moon to looks over his sister, offering his starry sibling a warm smile. Her stars shine brightly in her coat and Kore to feels a little happier to see Ao sparkling brightly. His tone is soft and gentle, as if he does not want to break the fragile moment, as he says, “I don’t think so Ao. There is something… special about our connection.” His voice falters, unable to find the correct words for what he feels. But something tells Kore that Ao and Kal understand what he means so he just offers his sister another smile before turning his bright blue gaze back to the moon.

After a short pause, Kore asks, “Do you think mom liked the moon?” The boy longs to know who their mother is and what she likes in the hopes that he can get mom to come back home. Without thinking, Kore leans into the touch of his sister, finding solace in her tiny frame.


"Kore Regni"