Firestone Hot Springs go down to the gallows at midnight

Long minutes passed in relative silence and slowly, his guard began to drop. This did not occur without some difficulty; he was still very much out in the open, very much left exposed and perhaps at a disadvantage for anything with a nefarious purpose. But when his guard dropped, he was swiftly lulled towards a blissful state that left him hazy.

At least until a yelp sounded off nearby.

Eyes suddenly open and his body tense, Dirge worked to find where it had come from. It was not hard to discern that the cry had not been Nyx, which left the matter of who and the bewilderment of why at that late hour. His gaze happened upon her just a couple of pools over in the next moment, moonlight illuminating her withdraw.

"Hey," he chuffed, "that one's hot."

Amusement puffed at his lips as he regarded her, not surprising that his gaze had returned to a state of being half-lidded. But recognition didn't follow; they had met before a time and a world ago by any account he kept, and his focus then had been to hit the open road quickly. But that road had brought him back around... and how the things had changed.

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