Aurora Borealis? At this time of year? At this time of day?

Deimos chuckled softly at his little girl's astute observation that the auroras were indeed pretty. He couldn't deny that fact. Even someone like himself that never really took the time to enjoy the "beauty" of nature or anything of that sort could admit that the shifting colors and slow moving bands of light that lit up the dark sky were very pretty indeed. He knew that wouldn't be all Damira had to say about it though. All of his children were exceedingly bright–something they inherited from their mother, no doubt–but Damira most of all asked the most questions out of all of them. He loved her inquisitive nature though, despite the fact that he sometimes felt out of his depth when it came to answering her questions. If she was asking about how to fight or hunt perhaps he would have an easier time, but when she was asking about things that required a higher level of thinking–like now, for example–it made him want to go retrieve Ikigai so she could give a better answer than he could.

Unfortunately, Ikigai wasn't here and he wasn't about to interrupt her sleep just to answer their daughter's question about the aurora's meaning. The easy answer would have been that it was just a phenomena of nature that happened sometimes, but what kind of parent would he be if he didn't encourage at least a bit of creativity? He hummed for a moment with thought, watching the auroras curiously. "I think they're some kind of good omen," he decided, turning his head to peek back at her with one turquoise eye. "I bet it's because you and your siblings are here now. Maybe that's the Ancients celebrating you being here and all of the amazing things you're going to do one day." He smiled and tipped his head back to give her nose a teasing lick before he turned back toward the auroras once more. "What do you think? Can you think of anything else they might mean?"

WC: 335
Total: 1172 / 1500

"Deimos Medacium"