Moonspear o most wretched of men

astronomer thread'd be cool :)

It was night time, and though it was not as cold as it was in winter, Charon did feel similar to then. It was warmer, but the lands were still rather barren; though leaves were beginning to return to the trees and grasses, the herds had not yet returned and Charon's patience was beginning to run out fast. In winter they knew that food was tight, but now they expected a wealth of food as long as they worked diligently, and instead they got nothing — no more than a pitifully wounded thrall, anyway, one that he was already beginning to regret not eating right away. The rest was bonding to her already, so opportunity was swiftly running out.

The night was warm and Charon sat atop a ledge along the higher reaches of the mountain. The view was fantastic, and he could see a lot of the areas to the east of Moonspear from up here. Charon looked to the starry skies and let out a quiet sigh while he wondered of the future.