Northstar Vale some of my storm recognized some of your rain

for @Seabreeze! ♥

As the night rises in the sky, the velveteen colors of night swallowing the defiant and quickly fading colors of dusk as it reaches greedily to chase away the last vestiges of the sun Mato takes to the best star-gazing spot in the Vale. Ideally, it would be much better to climb as high as he could on one of the neighboring peaks, so close that he could touch the heavens! but a hesitancy fills him every time he considers it with any inkling of sincerity. The heights are dizzying from up close and he cringes away from them because he knows, in the heart of his heart, that he is a guardian of the earth and not destined to touch the stars. He is only meant to admire them, to navigate the earth by them. The empyrean settles upon his favorite rock: stretching languidly out upon it into a imperial, sphinx-like position as he cast his emerald gaze skyward. Already, the sky has begun to litter with the twinkle of distant stars and within the safety of the Vale he loses himself in the darkening sky, seeking out his favorite constellations. He is careful, now, to maintain a tether to the earth, to immerse himself in the Vale and it’s going on’s instead of secluding himself as the resident hermit. Not a befitting role for the druid who calls himself a guardian of the earth (not to mention whom has promised his skills and loyalty to his fellow Valeians).