Noctisardor Bypass sonsom

she settled into the familiar crook of her mother’s arm; it’s as familiar as the pace of her breathing, the scent of her breath, the bound of her pulse, the rhythm of her chest as it rose and fell. 

but the silence is different. ava could not know the demons heda kept at bay in her mind, any more than her mother could glance into the alien world of her daughter’s thoughts. these realms were separated by more than membrane and viscera; heda’s world of a merciful god and righteous living, ava’s world of cold logic and godless creatures — separated by a distance more endless than the cold between stars.