and the stars will fall from heaven

Cutlass pokes his tongue out at Tide, eyes still glued to the sky. after a moment, he follows his mother’s lead and flops down in the grass, craning his neck to get as big a picture of the stars as possible. he likes them immensely, he decides, likes the way they tug at his chest and thrum in his veins. there’s something about them that is both invigorating and calming, that rends him both big and small. “don’t they ever get tired?” he inquires to Modesty, once the story has concluded. “i mean…they can’t always be chasing the bear. you’d be exhausted.” his little brow scrunches in thought as he peers at his mother with genuine curiosity. her questions prompts his attention back to the sky, and he tilts his head one way and then the other, tail whisking through the grass. “mmm…there? no, wait…there?” he lifts a forepaw and traces the path, trying to make sense of the glittering dots. hmm, this is hard.

"Cutlass Fallen"