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Yan stared upwards silently, eyes fixated on the stars and wondering what was up there. Was it just the stars, moon and sun? Or was there something...more, something vast and untouched? It seemed to make his stomach churn at the idea, as he had to stifle a gag that wanted to rise.
When the lick to the top of his head came, he nearly jumped out of his skin, startling to all fours and turning his head like a cat when the food bowl is filled. Eyes staring wide at Neph until his mind finally processed who it was, and instantly the boy buried himself into her chest. He wanted to weep, to cry until he fell asleep from exhaustion, but he couldn't; he wouldn't.
мама..
The word came quiet, softer than he wanted it to and he hated that it sounded desperate.
мама why am i different? I don't look like you or pa..Or Cairo, or Sobek..Why?
Slowly, he looked up to her face, scooting back just enough to see her eyes and no further, the night was cold, but the island was warm in a sense. It was home, it was safe at least..Mostly.
