Blackbeak Bluff The night wages on

"My people used to believe that visions were messages from the gods, a way of warning or of blessing." Cecil spoke softly, even though he had missed the recoil, as he opened his eyes he could see her aversion. He couldn't be sure what had caused her reclusion, however he felt sadened that he had lost her steady gaze.

"Are you alone?" The suddeness of his question startled even himself, he had no idea as to why he had asked, however he felt it was important. "I can't imagine what your visions tell you, nor can I imagine enduring them alone. Whether they are good or bad." Cecil shrugged, they were strangers, and yet he felt a sort of kindred spirit blossoming between them. "Perhaps this encounter was more for your benefit than for mine." He mused softly. "Did you forsee my arrival?" Cecil fixed his warm gaze on her once more, silently asking for her to look at him.