Nova Peak with the moon in her hand

Chillborne watched the stark moonlight and considered its rays. He lay like a sphinx on a low plateau in the small hours of the night, and his blue eyes were still and pensive. The moon was particularly bright tonight, and the positioning and weight of the clouds made its rays very focussed. He wondered who stood in those spotlights. Perhaps there were various creatures unknowingly connected right now, chosen for their moment in the moonlight, and sharing in it. Would they ever meet? The lynx wagered not, but still it was a bond. One they'd never know about.