Moonspear unfortune

And quite opposite to her was Dirge, who had stolen away to take in those very sights.

Try as it may, but winter did not choke out the deepest of greens from the towering pines. Frost could cling and glitter in heavy, snow-laden boughs but it was little in the way of a preventative measure that he took to break trail and wind through the old wood. Nightfall was perhaps the best to do such—the world was all at a hush and seemingly still, the children nestled in for the night, and his time relatively free in some sense.

It was here in the depths that the moon made all shimmer, and here where he saw the whippish frame of a dark figure cut along a path. He made short work of figuring out who she was—an old acquaintance of @Hydra's, he did believe being told—and let her gently pass him at a distance before he curiously fell in behind her and the path she forged.

"So you pulled the short straw for the night watch," became his opening line.