Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

the stranger requires clarification to his meaning and for a beat or two kharybdis is silent; reflective. unlike some, he had never thought the planet — when it was visible to them — as the goddess herself; and while he might’ve enjoyed the mythos and believed in the divination of the celestial system he couldn’t claim he wholly believed in gods. many of titan spire did, wizened elders and sprightly youths alike. name venus. he offers the clarification after a second longer; painstakingly aware of how inelegant his common is. butchered. ugly.

his gaze cuts to her for a moment, studying her reaction to his clarification before it flickers skyward once more.