Noctisardor Bypass we built these dreams on sand

There was movement outside the den, a sound of claws upon dirt at the very least, and Glaukos used this as an excuse to remove himself utterly from the den; rolling his massive body aside like a boulder, turning his eyes upon the craggy terrain rather than the softness inside, he saw his father standing there with one eye bright—until his own eyes adjusted.

It was just a girl. One of Heda's, if Glaukos remembered correctly. There was nothing special or familiar about her; she was only here to see to the children, like the rest of them. Better her than me, he thought.

He hadn't realized yet that he stared.