Moonspear oh, this empty thing i've done

he wanted to be consoled, to be held -- perhaps that was his fault his sister saw him soft -- and in this moment, he was soft. soft as a water-bloated corpse, soft as a young sapling -- soft as a rabbit's fluted ear.

thus, he was swept aside, limply as a sodden log. with one last inhale to steady himself, the small boy unfurled and dejectedly looked up at his sister's command.

arcturus had not spoken much at all his short time on earth, but as he struggled to place words into coherence, all he could usher forth into the world was a solemn and desolate "bloo."