dearly beloved ⫸ star gazing

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THE SIREN OF THE AZURE

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[div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] The weather had been ... unique to say the very least. The rains still held their moisture in the air, a mark that she would and wouldn't miss. The swamp was cool for once, if only because of the rains. She was newer to the swamp, and the high waters only meant good things for her - and a duty to keep the other crocs and gators out of town, or at least away from the inhabited houses. The empty ones she didn't give much of a shit about.

Head turning up to the slowly clearing sky, laying on the porch of her own home, the saltwater crocodile waiting for for clouds to fade away patiently. It was night, something she enjoyed even with taking up a guard duty of her own in this time. It somehow brought her a sense of peace, to be under the vast sky, on her own or with others. It calmed the calamity pressing within her breast, soothed the raging loneliness that haunted her. In a private conversation with the Patriarch, the reigns of the family had been passed down to her. The Patriarch, her father, Bai Shi, had made it known to her that their time here was drawing to a close. The dragon would be leaving one way or another, back to their home, where she'd come from, to live with her mother and siblings.

Inhaling as she watched the skies, stretching her jaws into a heavy yawn, claws scratching the wood underneath her. Green eyes blinking at the stars as they slowly appeared, grief striking through her. Her family was so far away now, but she would be fine. Things would carry on as they always had. She simply wanted the relationships they had, the way her mother and father loved each other so seamlessly and purely. Exhaling, she settled a bit more comfortably, watching the stars begin their slow snowball through the darkened skies, tracing constellations with her eyes. -

[W]isker