Silverlight Terrace and it burns with a guilty smoke

Nightfall swung in slowly, the last few streaks of twilight left to illuminate the snowcapped mountains. Fireflies guided him in this southward course as he pored over thoughts come and go as they pleased; the day had been clouded and damp early, leaving now just the moisture to linger as temperatures dropped comfortably. Moonspear drew his attention at one point as he altered his course to steer him back towards the north—he knew better rhan to draw too close. It would not have surprised him if that mountain possessed eyes that laid on him now, and the passing thought there was maybe those eyes belonged to @Hydra.

That appeased him; it was in part why he lingered and deliberated on choices that remained ahead of him, never behind. Dirge thought of curbing his nightly stroll to head back to @Nyx, wondering if she would question where it was he had disappeared the whole day to. Generally he tried not to stray too far from her, but much like his charm it was hit and miss; his ranging had varied greatly over the days and as of late, he had managed to keep it reined in well. Today had been the exception, he'd been absent from the weald from sun up and now past sundown.

With a yawn to split his features as he turned into the wind, he pressed on.