The Sentinels Call me anytime you see the lightning

arcturus had found a spot not so far from wraen the night they set camp. he had noticed a change in his friend, and a few times had been tempted to ask maia if she knew what was going on -- but it was difficult to have much of any privacy in a trio, and he was left with just his thoughts to contend with.

a storm rolling into the area woke him, for a new turbulence came on the wind and it ripped past him at a ghoulish shriek. they had yet to explore the sentinels, having come upon it at nightfall -- but already arcturus was certain this place was full of something he could only describe as negative energy.

he glanced to where wraen had laid to sleep, and found her watching the storm as well. how long had she been up, watching? he rose stiffly (surprised too, that he was stiff) and padded over to her, lying several feet away and facing the same direction. for a while he said nothing at all, just savoring the bite of briny wind on his cheeks, and the way sometimes, the world would briefly be illuminated in impossible white fire.