Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

Feb 29

If he tried, he could spy the edge of Moonspear against the blue-black of the sky. The clouds were rolling in as graphite smudges, blocking what little starlight, hiding the moon - but if he squinted and concentrated for a while, he'd see it. He'd look and he'd wonder about the family living there; someday he would return to them. Tonight, he would pass the time with a hunt.

The terrace was a slate-hewn expanse that he had to carefully pick his way across, and as that wasn't the style of movement his body was accustomed to, he was sluggish, awkward. It took effort to hike his way in the shadow of the mountain; but he was invested, following after the rich scent of a doe. Revui had not anticipated catching up to it. They were fleet of foot, and he was not; they knew the area, and he did not; however, this one made heavier steps and smelled oddly sweet.

As he climbed atop a narrow hill of stone and ice, he paused and looked down in to the valley. The white of melting snow betrayed the doe further: giving him a shadowed path to trail after. As he ducked in to a burdensome run, he caught a glimpse of something moving further ahead and grew impatient - but he could not bring a deer down alone, not even one as heavy-set as this soon-to-be mother.