Gyrfalcon's Keep like you hate me now

The way she looked at him was the same as most did — however, the feeling it created was distinct; something new even to this loner of a boy. He went to great lengths not to let the features overwhelm his cryptic exterior, but there was a great storm bellowing within the chambers of his chest.

Was she afraid of him? Was it true that he held a natural coutenance to that effect? Marruz pushed the thoughts away; lowered his head slightly as though in a thoughtful manner as she spoke yet again. The moon? He had studied it before. It seemed to be only fruitful for matters of daily length, but now that he was especially directed towards the notion, it appeared that the orb itself had changed since he had last paid it proper attention.

His intrigue was heightened by her lack of religious knowledge. "The Gods... Yes..." it was almost difficult to form words at first. Sure, he had met those of varying beliefs, but he had never known an intelligent, secular being. "You know, the ones who created the very earth you walk upon..."