Sunbeam Lair moonbeams

Shall we fade this one now that we have another? <3

Benevolence was not a word he'd heard spoken about himself... though he did recollect, dimly, something once said about him in the days of Crunch. Back then, young Noctura had been a deadly beast, but his intents always paled in comparison to those of the dark father. Someone had once said this, deeming Noctura some kind of angel next to the devil that was Crunch. This had been a spat "compliment", of course, for he too had been filled with instinctive bloodlust. He had been the best of a bad bunch. But what Asterr spoke now was a comment that his behaviour was true benevolence, and at this he could not find a reply. He simply felt it and was grateful.

Benevolent, pure and true...

He spoke so much of her, and she trusted him and took his words as strength, but when she spoke of him he was learning something. Asterr was his guide, and had been from the moment they'd met.

Their silver eyes considered the stars once more, and she concluded with hope or caution. That darkening star was shining for someone, and she pitied them. As do I, he agreed softly. It did not shine for them.