Chimera Fields i'll burn my eyes out before i

for @Sophy
other tag is for reference

Even the unfortunate encounter with Engel ultimately could not quell Cortland's wanderlust; unfortunately, @Phocion would need to learn to cope. The Mayfair slipped off again in the dead of night, alone and rather bored. Poet seemed to be traveling quite a bit lately— he could not fault her, but he was terribly jealous. He would give much to be able to travel great distances again. Perhaps soon he could. For now, he would stay close to Silvertip Mountain.
He found himself again looking to the stars as he wandered a field of wildflowers, and something stirred in his chest at the sight of them. His gaze went automatically to Chrysos; the star Phocion had named his one night, though it was not as clear now as it had been then. Cortland had not forgotten it. Many nights he found himself fixated on that star, the sweet sound of the priest's voice filling his memories. He found such peace in it. Settling back on his haunches among the flowers, a thought struck him.
Truth be told, he had regarded his priest's stories as only that until recently. Stories. Cortland sucked in a breath, gaze trailing across the full night sky now. He considered Phocion, and the ideas he presented; he considered his own place in this. The sunset boy had taken so easily to a nocturnal schedule, had quickly picked up the habit of idle stargazing. It was likely he could recite the stories the pale priest had shared verbatim, if he chose, though he had only heard each once. Things he had dismissed as products of their close friendship, of his own attachment, but there was no denying the peace he felt now. He turned argent eyes on Chrysos once more, mind filled with a question now. The answer, he knew, would determine his future.