Hushed Willows oh lord, how it gets me down

sensing his sister's nerves, oke scoots a little closer to her, resting his head atop her dainty crown. the difference in their sizes becomes exponentially apparant by the day -- okeanos is a big boy, taking after his papa, soft and pleasantly round. despite this he moves with a gentle caution, offering, hopefully, a reassuring weight for ibis. 

papa asks about gemini. the boy tries to trace the shape of it but isn't sure where to look. he turns his gaze to his father curiously, eyes bright, cast blueish in the starlight. "uh-uh," he says, "where's it?"