Moonspear from the dusty mesa, a looming shadow grows

✴        Certainly the children of the moon and stars were used to this display by now, but perhaps it was the fact that this was not the void-mother giving food, but another body, that made Revui pause and stare. The steaming pile of half-eaten, bile-stewed meats was glanced at furtively; the boy was more interested in the carrier of the food - the delivery system, so to speak. He clambored over the warm pile and stumbled before Hydra, slipping on the wet and cold ground as he took shelter underneath her broad figure.