To Sleep in a Sea of Stars

sinewy

S. Bach on a loop, starting with the Brandenburg Concertos. Volume level three.”

Then he clamped his mouth shut and glared at her with fear disguised as anger. His eyes were green, and he looked about as young as Trig, although that meant nothing on its own.

“Take comfort, then, that whatever you choose in life has importance beyond yourself. Importance, even, on a cosmic scale.”

Falconi tapped the edge of his cards against the floor in an absentminded fashion, although he was too sharp, too aware, for the motion to be careless.

What was, not word-castles and hypotheticals. And right then, what she needed to do was sleep.

The Coriolis effect never failed to mess with her sense of how gravity (or the appearance of gravity) should work.

preternaturally

Kira. The name rang like a struck bell. She wrapped herself in it, using it as armor to defend her core, using it as a way to give her/him/it some sense of internal consistency.