Broken Boulder The Red Moon Of Doom

although delight himself knows nothing of the stars, his gaze often finds its way northward, remembering what a boy cloaked in silver looked like draped by their reflections. tonight is such a night, the gathering of nostalgic and anxiety in his belly prickling as the moon swells redder and redder. strange, unnatural -- korei's call summons him. he does not know the girl well enough to know why she calls but she seems to be as interested in the sky as he. "do you know what it is?" the chancellor asks, taking a seat.