Sunbeam Lair Hmm, it is indeed spring...

:P, don't know if I ever was so deep with Jolon lol.

The warrior who had gone through much opened his eye just enough to see the sky. It reminded him of the twinkles in her eyes. Everything did up there. For there she was, and there she'd stay. She was no longer here, no longer touchable, no longer with him. Maybe she was, as a spirit, but Jolon didn't believe she would even want to stay. Why should she? He had thrown her in the river. He had mourned for days at her carcass before he stumbled upon the Dome. Asterr was his new hope, but even that light felt dull now surrounded by the darkness.

He heard footsteps, but didn't dare to look up. What if it was his dull light? If Asterr was to see him like this, what would she say? But it wasn't her. He could hear, he could feel the air around him dancing with this presence. It was Ezimette, wasn't it? The flowery scent, the air simply moving away, dancing around as it departed with her. E-Ezi?... He could manage to say, a low voice at the brink of breaking. Light footsteps next told him Noctura didn't know what to do with him. Neither did he. He couldn't blame him for doing so, he could only hope he wouldn't tell his dull light.