Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

not even arcturus could say what love meant to him now. he mused on dirge's answer, lulling as a pensive silence moodily stretched its fingers between them. love took on different meanings for them all -- did that mean that his love would not be as strong as his parent's, nor as steadfast as dirge and hydra's?

such thoughts he could never entertain for long. his mind was not meant for that kind of arduous process, and his stamina for such what-ifs was indefensibly weak. he sighed after a time, tail uncurling to his hocks. it was strange -- dirge had redirected arcturus' teeming anxiety into a reserved and broody acceptance -- of himself, and of his place in the world.