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

stones -- and mountains -- could be moved given reason enough. even arcturus was astutely aware of that, though he knew his life would never span long enough to see much change at all. that kind of change was slow in accruing, over thousands of lifetimes.

but dirge's stone was perhaps not so different: the change was small, yet over the years staggering in how different it had become. perhaps dirge was more like a river then; trickling in slow, and eventually filling in all the little cracks, alya included. arcturus did not know alya at all, and so gave a shrug of his shoulders in answer. it was hard to like someone if you were never around them. "what really matters is that hydra likes you." he gave an approving grin, for he wouldn't have cared what anyone else thought so long as his mate liked him. "the rest have to step in line."