Shy Deer Steppes the darkness was over the face of infinite space

The warmth was not where Cicero was destined to bathe in, he knew. Yet he was interested in obtaining some form of love and warmth from above that Mephala did not offer. It had started as interest only for the sake of gathering information but now he was starting to wonder if maybe there was more. Mephala at least gave him the pain he so coveted, though. He did not want to lose that.

"Yes. What proof is there that he created the sun that warms us? May Cicero ask what the wolf intends to do for his Daystar here, except speak of him?" He paused a little around'the wolf', hoping it hint enough to find out her real name from her.