Altar of Twilight valacirca

@Alastor

The new moon cast no light upon the vale. The ragged tooth of the Moonspear loomed to the south, a mere silhoutte in the deep of the night. Without the light of the moon, though, the stars shone all the brighter. As he found the stars and the web of constellations they wove, he named them aloud, though softly, as though the stars were mere dust and his breath might clear them away.

Aesop sat upon the cool earth, his tail wrapped around his haunches to ward off the slight nighttime chill. The changing of the seasons approached; the days were still hot but the nights grew cooler. The shortening of the days was beginning to grow noticeable. Though it was far off, *ned stark voice* winter was coming.