Cressida is pleased that tonight is hers—that Helion will be joining her. In some ways, it is not natural for them to fall into the rhythm that they do. The sun has no business joining the moon during the evening and the moon does not belong in the afternoon sky—but they have never been fully natural. So the pair abides their own rhythms, answering their own calls. They deny their desires and stay up for too long or sleep during the times that are not natural for them and Cressida would not have it any other way.
She stands in the dying light of day when he finds her as herself, silvery wings tucked over her young back and her horned head tipped back to look at her brother’s kin making its descent. She only looks away when she catches the sound of his exaggerated yawn—and while she wants to roll her eyes, she just casts him a gentle smile, her pale gold eyes shining. “I thought that we could go flying,” she says, knowing that the moon would be at its fullest tonight. She liked being amongst the stars when that happened. She always felt the most like herself, the most purely Cressida, during those moments.
But his next question catches her off guard, startles her, and her eyes widen.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, her silvery voice laced with laughter, “did you say hatched?”
She blinks at him, wondering if perhaps she had managed to mishear him.
“Like birds?”
@[Helion]