Moonspear like a star that can't wait for night

He could consider this for hours, but it wouldn't change the fact that he still had growing up--and into himself--left to do before he could understand this better. If he was lucky, he could be able to put this prefacing of how it all could be to good use, but at this point, there was no telling. Quite frankly, Jarilo was new to this and now knowing better how his father felt about it.. he could better gauge his own self going forward. Ideally.. maybe.

But, although there was not exactly a drive to seek the relevancy of his parent's story, what with a dual claim somewhere.. he would keep that for later, too. Another maybe--and this one to him difficult to imagine, but not impossible one day faraway, right? He didn't like to leave enough to realize any options beyond what was here, comfortable beneath his parent's reign on this particular mountain. For him, for right now this very instant, this simple way of it was still his own it made sense.

Well.. all he could say to that was a nod, so he did, and wondered again about his sisters--if they would all do the same, like if that was Alya's inevitable fate with her tripawed guy? It all sounded like a deep, big deal to him. Anyway, he had a lot to stew on and hearing the circumstances that had led to him and all his siblings and everything here around that let him live so comfy had kind of quieted him down. He didn't know how he made it sound so simple, just because it made sense. So a brewing existentialism set carefully aside: Hm. It sounds like so much.. At the same time, not? Not really? He shook his head--he'd learn because he would have to. But... what else should I know..? he asked, trying to lighten up. I'll see what happens, he promised, this one with a small nod. Besides that, he suddenly didn't know what else to want to ask; this was enough to unpack for now.