It wasn’t surprising that he hadn’t heard of this idea before. The philosopher she once knew had been confined to the mountains she was born in, doomed forever to simply study the stars. Kip was glad she had spent so much time with the rickety old man, learning from him and developing new ideas of her own.
”I understand that it might sound crazy. Maybe it kind of is,” she reasoned quietly, scanning the sky.
Seafoam eyes clipped back to him when he mentioned that she was a
big speck. It almost made her feel... important. Like maybe she wasn’t a complete failure. Maybe she had redeemable qualities about her.
”Thank you,” she said, a small smile of her own crossing her maw. This conversation reminded her of the first time she met Odin, over half a year ago. But that one was... playful and fun. This one had more serious undertones than pretend sacrifices to gods and sparkling stones. But the conversation they were having now felt more important, somehow. More soul-searching or some shit.
The little wolf let out a soft sigh when they looked back at the sky again.
”I can’t prove it or anything. But it’s what I believe in,” she murmured, looking over at the dark agouti man beside her.
”Could be countless worlds where wolves just like you and me are talking right now. Looking up at the same stars... except we’re a distant planet to them. There are endless possibilities.”
He went on to talk about mistakes, and Kip lowered her ears a bit.
”I hope that any other me’s out there would be smarter than I am,” she remarked truthfully, looking away from his mismatched gaze to stare at the stars once more. For some reason or another, she felt that her next words were important.
”Mavis,” she said aloud, to test the word for the first time in almost a year.
”My name is Mavis.”