The cosmic irony was growing ever larger, the
choice
of the Lunar Goddess more pronounced. Of all the werewolves in this world, I’d ended up near
this city
with a potential to bind to a woman with an
appreciation
for the very creature I truly had been for three decades.
> Did that deity truly not have something to do with my being here? Or am I jumping toward that due to coincidence... of her simply seeing potential *after* I was already in this world. And I don’t want that to be her. Because... just because. She somehow manages to say things that resonate deeper than they should, without knowing anything. It’s just *me* making more of it than I need to! Sharing her current surroundings, mentioning that something made her think of me. <
Vrika has been
rolling on its back
happily kicking its paws in the air ever since the photo appeared. Neither of you are
pressuring
me at all, huh?
C: [Don’t work too hard. I’m going to bed. Goodnight, Kyrie.]
K: [Goodnight, Princess. Sweet dreams.]
I stuffed the phone
in the nightstand
instead of on top of it, suddenly even more exhausted. Wrapped up in the dark... my hands formed the ’silent fox’ sign she’d shown me and I felt
oddly content
.