{Dagen}

[Dagen]

dagen

those bright crooked stars, man they're howlin’ out
thought you read them all right, had them all figured out

"Dagen!"

He watched the boy a moment longer, suspecting he'd been about to say something and observing his reaction to Dagen's sister. Nothing alarmed him, so he turned his head to her.

"You left me!" she accused, headbutting his hip and glaring with those brilliant blue eyes of hers. He remained indifferent, watching as her wrath dissipated and she gave him a loving bite on his shoulder before turning her attention to the new boy. He reached out and brushed his muzzle against the muscle in her neck, absently listening to her introduce herself.

After the green boy spoke again, he finally allowed his attention to be pulled from her, standing at her side and looking nearly identical. "She's my sister," he offered the boy in answer, suspecting that he'd likely already come to the conclusion. He'd said he had a sister too, though, and Dagen glanced around for someone that looked as green and white as he.

"Where is yours?"

But he'd said something else that interested the red boy. "Sylva? Where is that?" Near enough for them to sneak away and explore, maybe? Surely, Dad wouldn't notice if they slipped away just for a minute, just to look. "We don't live here," he added evenly. Or at least, he didn't think they did. Dad wouldn't have moved them without bringing Mom too. Obviously, he would never allow that.

"We're here with our father. He doesn't want to be here, so I don't think we'll be staying." Because since when did Dad ever do something he didn't want to do?

learned every constellation, just to find where you're at