Moonspear forty winks

The look of surprise on her features was not one he had expected.
 
Atlas’ brow creased just slightly; a thoughtful expression having washed over his features. She had not expected him to offer this… Meerkat even went on to state that she did not believe there were many things she could coach him in, stating that he was a talented hunter and likely a guardian – that he was Hydra’s son. And suddenly guilt seemed to sweep through him like wildfire. Try as he might, the shade could not swallow the lump that had formed in the back of his throat.
 
How could Meerkat think so highly of him?
 
“Of course, really,” he confirmed after a moment of crippling fear and doubt. Then, he offered her an uncertain smile. Something bashful had blossomed in his stomach. “And I’m really only good at tracking. It’s a lot of fun… to try to see if you can think like prey and follow them where they’re most comfortable,” the shade went on, and it’s a fair solitary task. “Osiris is the guardian,” this was uttered in a way that seemed nearly fearful. It was as though if he admitted such things to the girl, she would cease to find him interesting at all.
 
“I’ve been thinking of becoming a stargazer myself,” Atlas then confided in his companion.