2/22/2026, 7:39 PM
Love was not a thing he often had on his mind. Some seek it like moth to flame. Others, happen upon it like the wind carrying a seed to fertile soil. He had spent his youth in perpetual training, seeking to be chosen to by the elders to go on the Lunaventure, only to be passed up. It was never his time. He needed to learn more, train more. Maybe in a few winters, they said. Yet he was one of the few lucky ones that was starcast- chosen by the stars themselves.
His mission of learning other cultures, other stories was supposed to be of utmost importance above all else, at least for the first cycle. Love could be a distraction, but not to be ignored either. It was a delicate balance. He did not know if what he was experiencing now as going to be a hindrance or a great booster towards the goal of his people.
This thought was only fleeting, like a flea walking alone ones toes only to jump off a moment later. Barely noticeable, but still there until it is gone. Instead, the warm feeling of an endless love replaced any sense of anxiety that dared to enter his mind. Her enamoured laugh only solidified this fact.
Her comments on their stars meeting here made his chest swell. His lips were pulled back in a perpetual grin, and he felt completely lost in the features of her face as he memorized all the details that he could. Every speck of color in her eyes. Every twist and turn in her fur, little pathways to the soul. Her words seep into his hears, and she spoke using the words of the Starwoven. It melted his heart.
”Oh yes,” he said simply in reply, almost unable to come up with any other words in that moment from being so completely wrapped up in the feelings of the moment. The words of his own beauty filled the air, and when he normally would feel nothing but embarrassment, he felt elated instead.
”You, too, carry a beauty that any would pause to witness,” he whispers as she becomes limp against him, his own body wanting to crumble to the ground. He manages to resist and hold steadfast.
There is a slight tilt to his multi-colored visage when she speaks again. Ears are perked forward, ready to drink the honey of her voice. His name! Yes, she had been tasked with giving him this new name for his new life. He had not pressured her for quickness, but knew not this would be the moment. His tail wags faster behind him, the excitement of the moment growing as he will get to know his future.
Adonis! She had chosen his name, and he pushed it into his memory. ”Then let it be witnessed by the fire, the thread of Duskbreaker is set aside, and Adonis rises in his stead. The old name carried this one through dusk and into death. This new name shall carry this one into whatever dawn awaits,” he exclaims, making official the chosen name. It was not a name he knew, but that is part of the thrill. It was a name from a different place, a different culture. It was a name from someone so special, and it was a name to be cherished until his next naming.
”Do not guard your breath. Your words are ever welcome beneath this one’s ear,” he encourages, thought blissful in silence or the music of her voice.
Even more surprising is her confession of love, which causes his constant grin to grow into an undeniably gleeful smile. He does not speak yet, allowing her to continue about if he does not accept, then it would only be a name she used. She then pushed into the crook of his jaw, and he gave a very slight shake of his head, as not to disturb her position.
”This name shall rest upon this one until the next weaving of names. There is no shame within it. This one holds it with love and gratitude…as this one holds you,”he say softly in her ear, allowing himself to enjoy the moment with a bit of silence, the push of sweet scent from the flame engulfing them with the wind. The golden glow was glorious.
He laughs then, a bout of intense laughter arising from deep within. The color of gold and yellow, it was so strong…and the feeling of love was so pure, so insanely intense, it came out of his body through the laughter. He could not stop it if he wanted to. It was beautiful. It was pure. It was love, and love was the color of gold. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, and he did not want this moment to end. His own form waivers in the laughter, feeling as though he was about to fall to the ground but catching himself as to not harm Euphemia.
The flames were in full effect, if they knew it or not.
His mission of learning other cultures, other stories was supposed to be of utmost importance above all else, at least for the first cycle. Love could be a distraction, but not to be ignored either. It was a delicate balance. He did not know if what he was experiencing now as going to be a hindrance or a great booster towards the goal of his people.
This thought was only fleeting, like a flea walking alone ones toes only to jump off a moment later. Barely noticeable, but still there until it is gone. Instead, the warm feeling of an endless love replaced any sense of anxiety that dared to enter his mind. Her enamoured laugh only solidified this fact.
Her comments on their stars meeting here made his chest swell. His lips were pulled back in a perpetual grin, and he felt completely lost in the features of her face as he memorized all the details that he could. Every speck of color in her eyes. Every twist and turn in her fur, little pathways to the soul. Her words seep into his hears, and she spoke using the words of the Starwoven. It melted his heart.
”Oh yes,” he said simply in reply, almost unable to come up with any other words in that moment from being so completely wrapped up in the feelings of the moment. The words of his own beauty filled the air, and when he normally would feel nothing but embarrassment, he felt elated instead.
”You, too, carry a beauty that any would pause to witness,” he whispers as she becomes limp against him, his own body wanting to crumble to the ground. He manages to resist and hold steadfast.
There is a slight tilt to his multi-colored visage when she speaks again. Ears are perked forward, ready to drink the honey of her voice. His name! Yes, she had been tasked with giving him this new name for his new life. He had not pressured her for quickness, but knew not this would be the moment. His tail wags faster behind him, the excitement of the moment growing as he will get to know his future.
Adonis! She had chosen his name, and he pushed it into his memory. ”Then let it be witnessed by the fire, the thread of Duskbreaker is set aside, and Adonis rises in his stead. The old name carried this one through dusk and into death. This new name shall carry this one into whatever dawn awaits,” he exclaims, making official the chosen name. It was not a name he knew, but that is part of the thrill. It was a name from a different place, a different culture. It was a name from someone so special, and it was a name to be cherished until his next naming.
”Do not guard your breath. Your words are ever welcome beneath this one’s ear,” he encourages, thought blissful in silence or the music of her voice.
Even more surprising is her confession of love, which causes his constant grin to grow into an undeniably gleeful smile. He does not speak yet, allowing her to continue about if he does not accept, then it would only be a name she used. She then pushed into the crook of his jaw, and he gave a very slight shake of his head, as not to disturb her position.
”This name shall rest upon this one until the next weaving of names. There is no shame within it. This one holds it with love and gratitude…as this one holds you,”he say softly in her ear, allowing himself to enjoy the moment with a bit of silence, the push of sweet scent from the flame engulfing them with the wind. The golden glow was glorious.
He laughs then, a bout of intense laughter arising from deep within. The color of gold and yellow, it was so strong…and the feeling of love was so pure, so insanely intense, it came out of his body through the laughter. He could not stop it if he wanted to. It was beautiful. It was pure. It was love, and love was the color of gold. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced in his life, and he did not want this moment to end. His own form waivers in the laughter, feeling as though he was about to fall to the ground but catching himself as to not harm Euphemia.
The flames were in full effect, if they knew it or not.