Moonspear no rest for the parents

"Yeah, it's nice, isn't it?" Charon agreed with a smile. He always felt at peace when he stared up at the starry skies, like he was where he belonged. He'd never admit how much it meant to him, unaware that he was admitting it just by the peaceful look on his face that he displayed when he said 'it's nice'.

When she asked how she had done, he couldn't help but toss in one last herb joke. "Bit much herb metaphores, but otherwise you were nothing but a star pupil." He smirked at his own — corny — joke then. They watched the stars for a bit longer then before eventually going their separate ways again.

fading!