Chicken Little Had it Easy
The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn’t be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it’s incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it’s just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there’s something undeniably magical about it.
Meteor showers, beautiful, magical things, and as Tenoch sat guise free atop their second story balcony, the boughs of a nearby tree almost close enough to pry the leaves from if he just reached to pluck — as he sat there — watching some cosmic bodies debris break up across the atmosphere with a stark grand ire that stole his breath every time — he couldn’t help but agree. Magic. The entirety of the scene was some sort of stinking, and no time traversing space would make this particular view any less auricly-stunning, from this very angle.
It might’ve made it less anxiety inducing though. If he’d seen it at home. From the comfort of Nessa and Eos’s shared embrace, from within their huddled group - close as they’d been the first two weeks, the first month. Everyone had grown since then though, had taken up pathways, put down roots of a sort — except him. Tenoch wondered if it was that which sparked up the brief clutch of dread, accompanied firmly by the memory of their hopes and dreams going up in a field of lazers and shattered souls. Every tower blown. That heavenly body which theirs poured their collective energies into shattering out across space beyond them — the smile of a woman he didn’t, no, couldn’t trust. He found some sympathy for Lyndin when he thought about ‘Metallia’s Chosen Queen’, how desperate must be have been back then to try and save their collective asses. To save his species by any means. To have trusted a version of a being who smiled like she swallowed snakes and brushed her teeth with broken glass — (and he’d leaned this on Earth, that it was traditionally swords -*humans were insane*- and not snakes, but! The thought fit better. Snakes over swords. Something venomous.) — he knew Lyndin couldn’t have been so gullible, even then, and so it must’ve been desperate hope that’d made him do it then.
The same desperate hope that had Tenoch staring sullenly into the star scattered sky now.
How it all inevitably caused his feeling of being transient and in-between. Despite being long lived — and how long lived were they meant to be? We’re other planets denizens happier withy heir short lifespans, goals focused on making the most of a few short seasons, years, decades. Everyone always wished for more; time, love, life, experiences!! And here? Tenoch felt adrift down some lazy current, utterly rudderless and without the necessary paddle to speed things towards an end - *any end*. To change his course, one way or another. That Irrevocable choice he’d made which affected not only himself, but many, and what had come of it so far?
He and his people, they were safe, weren’t they? Safe -*for now*- Alive -*for now*- On Earth -*for now*- and how many human lifespans did he have to spend until that particular ‘for now’, became a ‘forever’; should the Valencians abandon their synthetic home ship, their forsaken home-world, and take up the way of the Senshi. No. The way of humans and the Negaverse proper - take to conquering while they had the ability, means, and foresight to do so.
At which point would it be too late to bother? Lyndins belief, Fae-Faes hope, Vyns determination to follow — their abilities to lead only got them so far without the finality of a decision being properly called.
One way or another.
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