Redhawk Caldera The night is still young

There was an energy between them, subtle but fierce, that Peregrine did his best to suppress, for Lasher's sake more than his own. Although he accepted the kiss with a gentle smile, he did not repeat it nor attempt to make any further moves. Mentally, he searched for something to say to distract them from the silent tension humming between them.

His jade eyes eventually lifted to the dark sky. "My father, Aether, loved the night sky. He was something called a Skywatcher. I never had much patience for stargazing. But they're really beautiful, when you take a minute to be still and appreciate them."