Silverlight Terrace a lifetime i was alone, so many years without my home

the scarlet male divulged on the nature of the pale faces, leaving arcturus to ponder these riddles in silence. he found his gaze tracing along basil’s skull, wondering perhaps if a rock or some other hefty detritus had knocked the sense right out of him. 

walking on two legs, carrying sticks that could hit you from afar? the male was speaking positive nonsense; arcturus felt his hackles riffle uncomfortably. that does not make sense. charon’s son countered obstinately, assured that this man was crazy or worse... but even if basil was off of his gourd, how had he gotten that strange attachment around his neck..?