Lost Creek Hollow i walk in the cemeteries of this city at night

terance mentioned his mother, and merrick thought of indra. it was not the stars she had taught him; it was how to be wary, how to hunt. how to be careful around his own kind, guarded. perhaps the lesson of the lights in the sky were just as important to terance. swiftly, they were becoming intrinsic to merrick's world.
"thank you for telling me about them, terance," the boy murmured after a heartbeat, genuine as he glanced with a sudden shyness toward the sable man.