Honeyed Pasture oh, the river

you already are strong, acrux, her tail thuds against the grass, sweeping up to softly whack against his thigh. you could've let the beast win, but you didn't. you survived. that takes a lot of strength, real strength.
i don't want you to feel like you ever have to change who you are either, y'know. you don't have to beat people up just because, laughter breaks the somber blanket which had settled over the pair, though if one listened closely they could still hear the crackle of emotion in maggak's voice. you're so sweet, and smart. that's a form of strength, too. like, anânsiak once told me that my heart was pure, but i think yours is a whole hell of a lot more pure than mine.
she pauses, gaze shifting to the moon which now peeks overtop their heads, bathing them both in pale blue. she notices the tiny intricacies of the craters and the ridges, and finds herself staring awestruck.
beneath its cover, she feels small.