Alpine Lake the stars shine for you, only you

Their journey back to the Vale is almost complete though their stay will not — cannot be long. Mato only hopes that their parting can be amicable for he would hate to part from Rannoch on ill terms. He tries not to dwell upon that conversation though it looms ever closer upon the horizon. It will come and they will face it. Together. Such a strange thing! To think of Aerlinn and him as a single unit. A collective as opposed to the individuals that Mato knows they are; it is strange in the most wonderful of ways and Mato very much enjoys the companionship even if the details of it remain a bit foggy to the young man who remains naïve to such things yet. The empyrean is half asleep when she nudges him, her touch ginger but electric when pressed to his flesh. He regards her with groggy eyes, squinting and trying to make sense as he traverses the world of the sleeping and the world of the awake as his body slowly comes to grips with the fact that he is, indeed awake as she urges him to follow her, that there is something she wishes to show him.

Mato rises, and stretches in the hopes that increasing oxygen and blood flow to his muscles might aid in the process of waking up from his cat nap. “What is it, Aerlinn?” He inquires, voice still raspy with the last vestiges of slumber that cling stubbornly to his vocal chords, yet dutifully the druid follows her.