[ When Lup's hands taps the bird and leaves it, Pyra's own finger goes to that same bird, noting how they appear identical with the heart cherished in between. She wonders of their story, if the heart is there to show friendship, that of lovers, or of family. Perhaps they're also the same person, of one heart. She does not know...
She only knows that it is a story of seven flying from the Hunger, of which Lup knows its wrath. The birds, according to that psalm, are tireless. They have not given up, they are heroes, inspiring, and their story must have kept Lup going in part-- or so she would say, if Lup did not seem already so resilient on her own...
But if, if this hero is significant to Lup, she wishes to honor it as well.
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She only knows that it is a story of seven flying from the Hunger, of which Lup knows its wrath. The birds, according to that psalm, are tireless. They have not given up, they are heroes, inspiring, and their story must have kept Lup going in part-- or so she would say, if Lup did not seem already so resilient on her own...
But if, if this hero is significant to Lup, she wishes to honor it as well.
Softly, she asks: ] May I kiss this one?