The sweet taste of forgotten blood; Godbear

[GODBEAR]

the ancient heavenly connection to the
starry dynamo in the machinery of night

Godbear

She moves - sudden and quick and with surprising ease - and Godbear sidesteps rapidly, hardly prepared for the movement. A life of being blindsided will do that to you - create reactions that are ever defensive, always ready to flee (though even that, he does not excel at). Just as easily, she shifts into a steady calmness - as quickly as the tide turns, a kinder demeanor spreads across her face. No longer is there a tense bracket between the two, bt instead the ability for a soft conversation.
Godbear was never good at conversation (the lack of close relationships in life will do that to a person) - he never quite knew where to start, how to say hello ; his curiosity and cowed demeanor always won over, forever locked in a state of uncomfortable unease, uncertain how to create a connection. It seems though, that this mercurial mare before him had no problem in navigating a smooth transition of conversation.
Caelestra - she has a name, and a kindly smile across her features, no more sharp movements and warning face. And she expects one back. “G-Godbear. I’m Godbear.” He stammers out, his voice weaved with apology for a lack of introduction. “I meant - I mean- your mark. Did my father find you too?” For all his age (eons and ages he has spent in that night sky), he speaks nearly like a child; a timid young man unsure of where to go.
He moves his body towards her, showing his hide more clearly - the constellation of ursa major painted across his flank. “He marked me. And you have it, too.”

@[Caelestra]