Duck Lake The Tingler

Irritation mixed with amusement flowed through him at Engel's inattention to the stars, growing further into the latter state as the man commented on his eyes. Seemed to him like someone was developing a little crush. Well, he could use a bit of flattery, here and there.

"I am a priest of the stars, after all," he said coolly, giving Engel another half-smile. "I'm in my element. The night lives in my eyes. But thanks," Phocion added. "Yours aren't so bad, either."

The fanatic rose within him, urging him to teach, to preach, to overwhelm this man with knowledge. But he held back, merely looking back down and giving Engel a level look.

"Did you know it used to be night, all the time? When wolves reigned supreme over all other beings, guided by the moons and stars?"