Gilded Bay you steal the life from me

wanna close this out soon? <3 i think one more post from each and then we should be good for exits unless i'm mistaken.

,,maybe so.'' speakings of judas-like rituals weren't foreign to her although something she couldn't quite grasp. she was taught all life was sacred, that all life has a purpose even if it may be solely to die. he suddenly violently shakes his head back and forth, talking of graves. ,,oh, they say that happens when a rabbit crosses over your grave.'' it was something she had heard a while back. ,,i'm not sure why rabbits. feels like it should be the opposite way around, yeah?'' she gives him a slight tilt of her head with twitching ears.

remarking of the almost-impossible standards he had heard of to be immortalized in time, puck squints towards the sky. she observes him, his fuschia eyes glimmering as he-- almost visibly-- struggles to find himself up there; before speaking again though not about himself. speaking of her own star in the northeast, the small speck of bright light that resembles her very soul. she wondered if he could see it, she wondered if he knew about it. the silvery pools in the sky were billions of years in the past. they could teach you of your lives before your current self if you asked them nicely. she smiles as the wolf next to her speaks of coming up with a story of his own-- the story of a goddess. the story of a star, lost to time, and the trumphs she would need to talk to recover it.
she enjoys the sound of it, she can't help but smile as he talks.