SEA OF VOICES / stargazing

[suvi.]

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— s͢uv̷i͡ ̷k̛iir͜a ó f͞a҉olá҉in | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Nightly, she wrestled with sleep.  Her unmatched hues may be tinged red, exhausted, yet when they’ve closed, she simply lay there.  Alone, in the quiet, waiting for her consciousness to drift away for a time.  The memory of why fails her.  Why couldn’t she sleep?  She never could.  Suvi could. She was not Suvi.

So are you Kiira? Yes.  No.  Maybe.  Maybe not.

A shared memory unites the jumbled mind of the petite vixen.  Silently sitting beneath the sky, recounting the stories of the stars.  A peace found in something unreachable but beautiful.  Old tales from years and years ago within every constellation’s name.

Restless, still unwell from those nights locked away, far away from the sky, Kiira wandered out of the library.  A refuge she preferred almost, to her little house, for she had something to do she loved.  When the words grew blurry and confusing she slowly padded outside, prone to swerve any concerned eyes.  Seeing as it was late, the heavens dark, the vixen opted to focus on above.

Someone she failed to recognize possessed a similar idea it seemed.  Quietly, her snowy white paws brought her to his side, where she sat, wordlessly, to look up above.

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —