Moonspear shed your skin and expose your bones

It had been an unsettling set of days, though not of anyone's particular existence. The very ground had trembled beneath them, first gently, inconsistent. Enough at times on the upper reaches of the mountain that they could have questioned it being real or not. But then it had been more consistent, more real, as it were, and Dirge discovered that he cared not for the way the earth acted as though it were about to rise and walk away.

He had stayed off the upper climes, lingering close to the rendezvous den when he could not quell the sensation that something was not at all right. For all the trembling and otherworldly murmuring beneath his feet, he had not the sense to scatter from the mountain in spite of the inclination. To get out and away from the slope, from the loose stone that almost seemed looser now; to get away from the sway of trees both in their claim and not.

The children kept him grounded—rooted, even.

As they rested in the chill of the morning, having not yet started from waking dreams, he found himself studying the jagged edges of the mountain as though they were a gaping maw about to seize the sky. @Hydra had departed some time ago to stretch her legs with a sister or two in tow, which left him to watch over the ever-growing charges. An ear turned back to hear a murmuring voice, though he did not immediately discern if it were @Vega or @Osiris. It could have even been @Antares, or @Atlas, but when he tried to listen in it had ceased.

And the world turned still with it.

loosely a bwp thread i guess. tags are for visibility; this is open for anyone.