Once Upon a Star


He stood on the bridge over the river Seine. It seemed an appropriate place. There was something about the words 'bridge over the river Seine' that pleased him.

It was a warm night, quite dark, and the stars printed clearly in the sky. He was looking for a certain constellation, and when he found it, he smiled softly, pleased.

He leaned back against the bridge, bracing his arms along the stone. Horses ran so much faster than humans. How wonderful it had been, back then.

It was amusing to him that some of the Them compared him to Apollo, and yet he had only been a companion to Apollo. He hadn't made Apollo's mistake of falling in love, and had no trees to call his own. He slew no serpents, but he did share a love of music with Apollo.

And he did have that lovely constellation. It was terribly flattering. All those little points of beautiful white fire, for him. For him, pinpricks glowing in the black velvet of the August sky, an honour from Apollo's father.

Florian shaded his eyes and smiled again at Sagittarius. It was better to be half-god, half-horse than all god and never gallop.


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