When the night had gone too late for everyone, one by one they bid everyone goodbye and went back to the castle and inside the pack house. When it was only Joaquin and Shanaia were left in the backyard lounge, they just sat on the lounging chair with Joaquin’s arm around her shoulder.
They sat there and looked at the night sky filled with stars.
“The stars are beautiful,” Shanaia said.
“Tala must be showing off to you,” Joaquin said and then Shanaia looked at him.
“Tala? Who is that?” she asked.
“Tala is the goddess of the stars and one of Bathala’s daughters,” he answered, and Shanaia looked at him worriedly.
It was the first time he was talking about his father and his siblings.
“And look, Tale just couldn’t stay away from Mayar, the goddess of the moon,” Joaquin added.
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