Moonspear split stones

arcturus was tapped for much more answers; he had one name of his own he would utter if he was ever lucky enough for a daughter -- that name he kept close to his furtive heart, for it was special, and he dared not utter it. fatherhood, to him, was as incomprehensible as space -- and it seemed, just as distant.

but he was standing before a soon-to-be-father, and he could tell by dirge's expression that something was eating at him. arcturus was no seer, but he imagined it was related to the enormity of being a father. he almost wanted to say something encouraging, like 'my dad's the best father there is --' but stopped short of uttering his foolish mouth, for he had forgotten his place, and also the history that muddled the waters between charon and dirge.

so, he just offered a shrug of his shoulders and nodded. "time has a way of telling, indeed." his voice trailed off, and for a moment he seemed he had no more to say.. but then he spoke once more: "maybe a hunt together will help clear our minds."

it was an unspoken invitation, but an invitation nonetheless -- arcturus glanced upon his comrade hopefully, the smile gone but his eyes tinted with quiet warmth.