Starglow Basin I'm sorry I'm the one you love

delos, artymis, and apolloh. strong names, soto thinks as he turns them over mentally in his mind.

without intending to, his thoughts turn back to another conversation, thousands of days ago. he and marciela draped across one another as the splendid mexican sun lazed above them. what name will you pick, my love? he murmured as he clasped her thin paw in his own and marveled the fine points of her claws.

and the name she chose burned a hole through his heart to this day;

shaking the forbidden memory from his skull, soto's eye roved back to leto. she shared a little family history then, divulging she came from a long line of women with strong contributions to their children. though she stumbled at times over which words to choose, soto understood well enough.

he shares an encouraging smile. tres es un número de la suerte. he and marciela had only the one.

y castel? soto's expression drained of its warmth as he looked over her, wondering if she worries at all for castel's departure.