Lost Creek Hollow Bloody Veil

Arabella received him warmly, though he did not anticipate anything other than that. Better yet, she seemed to have clues that spoke of the phenomena above them, this eclipse. He lipped the word to himself, letting it roll along with his tongue as though it were a chewy morsel to digest among everything else.

"I've seen these before, but never so red," he murmured in the same absent-laced tone. He knew other names for it, though perhaps he would have had he paid more attention to any long list of stories from his youth. But like many things to him, they were stored away on some dusty shelf, faded and forgotten.

"I wonder what it means," he voiced, curious of what otherworldly impositions it carried.