Deepwood Weald Stride across the centuries, and death follows, churning in your wake

The young one came soon enough, and Damien, whose eyes had been closed as he settled into a meditative pause, turned to look at him when his voice pulled him back to the ground. He swayed his tail softly, welcoming Marruz's approach, and to the question, he gave a thoughtful pause. Ever since Damien had adopted his lover's activity patterns Damien had developed a strong aversion for daylight, and he had become a night creature through and through. Simply, he replied It does. I haven't seen much daylight in quite some time. and giving the young wraith a thoughtful look he continued, but things are much simpler at night. Wouldn't you agree? he paused then to observe the reaction. Was Marruz a night creature as well? Certainly, it was most likely easier to hear and see beyond things at night, without all the noise of daytime, especially under a new moon. Tonight was no such an occasion, but still, the full moon gave them the chance to explore and discuss the energies flowing through right now, and experience it in realtime.

The whole night was spent discussing these energies, making experiments on their own bodies with one of Damien's most precious treasures: The moonstone that had changed his life, and they successfully allowed the energy to flow through them. It was a cooperative effort, for they were both delving into phenomena that neither of them quite understood. But such was the beauty of it, that even when they both were still pretty much in the dark about it, it couldn't be more fulfilling to experience it firsthand.