Stone Circle In my hands, they crumble

Valette's arrival pulled his focus from the sky to rest solely on her. He noticed the longing and sadness in her gaze after she greeted him with an affectionate lick to his head. He leaned against her and nuzzled her shoulder in attempt to comfort her. He knew what it was like to lose someone—it was something he learned at a young age, even if he hadn't really been able to understand it fully. He definitely felt his mother's absence now. He answered her question with a nod of his head. He was as alright as he could be—as he ever was.

He released a soft sigh. Do you know what mom's favorite star was? he asked quietly, resting his head against her shoulder and glancing back up at the sky. Dad had not been able to answer his question, but he wondered if Valette would know. Still, he searched for anything that would let him know his mother more.