Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

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He hadn't heard her approach, it was more a feeling, a disturbance in the air that another was with him. As he turned his head slowly to land an amber gaze on the woman, he almost missed her. If not for her moonesk gaze, he would have thought himself imagining things. The very gaze that gave him sanity, also transfixed him. The moon his favorite companion, was made mortal by this females very presence.

"Another travels by the moonlight." Cecil stated, although he almost regretted breaking the silent bond that hovered between them. "Perhaps our own darkness makes us immune to the surrounds of night." His voice was barely over a whisper, and yet it seemed to loud and mangled. Perhaps silence would have been the best course. Yet he found he needed to affirm that she was in fact real, and not a figment of his outlandish imagination.