Dragoncrest Cliffs break stuff

@Blixen, sorry about the very weird and short post

Hux lounges in the garden, his head hung over the side of his paws with his snout resting on the cold earth. There isn't really any work to be done here, but he finds solace nevertheless. Although, his mind is still whirling and it is all he can do to keep himself from crying. His gray eyes remain shut, in fact, to keep possible tears at bay. Men are not supposed to cry. not even in solitude - never. He cannot help his sensitive nature but he can keep himself from bawling like an unstable mess. Lean ribs rise and fall in a deep sigh as he pushes his thoughts toward happy memories, hoping to sleep, but swell of contentment is so fleeting that he deems the power of positive thoughts absolutely worthless.