Moonspear spiderlegs

Another bout of bitter air descended from the mountain top as the sun set, streaking the skies with clouds and a cascade of colors that were far warmer than the air. It was quite a sight to take in for Dirge, who after a reasonable delay, had ventured upward once again. He had worn out the vistas of forest and stone and perhaps against his better judgment decided the views from on high would be worth the risk. They had been thus far but with nightfall encroaching he had the feeling he would be staying out and up for the night.

Little matter he thought, testing that icy wind with narrowed eyes. There were far worse places to be and truthfully he knew this particular stretch of crag to house a windbreak or two. Recent turmoil at the borders seemed to have loosened the hold of numbers, or at least that was the best he could figure. Rannoch's departure had seemed out of the blue to him, as did the others. He had yet to encounter @Hydra to glean such information but it had been crystal clear to him that whatever had happened had not gone well.

The sun dipped out from beneath a long, ragged tendril of cloud; his narrowed gaze turned briefly into a squint until he had changed his viewpoint. While the vast valleys before him were dotted with forestry and snow, he did not miss the opportunity to trace snippets of winding creeks with his gaze until the earth swallowed them whole once more. The day had been dull, at least from where he sat now, and he did not ponder what night would bring. It would either be quiet or not, and the matter of company was another question altogether.

tag(s) are for visibility.