Silverlight Terrace le bouffon

The rabbit was swiftly forgotten, for what was lost prey when compared to a lost soul? Solèy seemed lost, and he swiftly told Noctura why. He had lost someone, either to death or distance (two things that were in some ways the same thing), and knowing Solèy this loss had some philosophical depth. Sometimes the stars themselves communicated a little like this, in an abstract manner that could still be very physically felt.

The large wolf of Ryūjin sat down heavily beside his friend, but not too close. For Solèy, despite feeling things strongly, was evidently embarrassed by the tears that shone in the moonlight.

He was reminded briefly of the discomfort he felt around Jolon when he was like this, but he sat still and didn't depart unless Solèy called for it. Instinct told him that companionship would help Solèy shine brighter again, but he was unsure. Noctura was inexperienced in this kind of expression. Truly lost? he asked gently, and thought of when the stars were "lost" in the daylight.