Moonspear peace comes at dawn, but yours comes at night

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Vega found herself becoming more and more restless as the days grew longer. She roused most often in the evenings, and found that putting her legs to work seemed to unwind some of the pent-up energy that threatened to burst through her skin if she chose not to do anything about it.

This night was not unlike the others. With effortless strides she came part way down from her mountain to stand in its mighty shadow. There she found a broad, flat stone. Upon investigation it was cool to the touch; she climbed upon it and sprawled out comfortably, comforted by the sprawling darkness above.