Hushed Willows oh lord, how it gets me down

She approached slowly and made a point to settle in beside Okeanos, pressing her chin over his shoulder until he shifted to look at the heavens and she felt her balance shift. Her eyes slipped up there too, but briefly lingered on her father's face while he was distracted. She traced the shape of his eyes in her mind, the contour of his nose, and wondered if her brother would grow up to look the way he did; whether he noticed her watching or not, soon enough Ibis was letting herself be swept up in the lesson. The stars were bright overhead, and soon she began to trace the same shapes in to them - perhaps thinking that if she etched her father there, he would always be watching.