Ankyra Sound no one wearing a crown

scarab's appreciation of the velveteen night sky littered with winking stars is cut short by the voice of one of the stars of his life calling out for him. his ears cup forth atop his skull and his head lowers, accompanied by the sweep of his lapis lazuli gaze as he searches for his sister in the illumination of sugary moonbeams. it is easy to find her and he offers her an affectionate chuff as she draws nearer. clem, he rumbles the nickname with muted surprise. as it stood, he thought he was the only one awake and out n' about at this time but oddly, he is not disappointed to realize that he was wrong.

for a moment scarab considers asking her if she was looking for him but that sounds horrendously arrogant, even to him, and he supposes if the suns of his life were worrying about him ( or aware he was out this late ) they would've came themselves instead of sending a sibling. what're you doing out here this late? he asks instead, curiosity piqued and unfettered.