The Sentinels Call me anytime you see the lightning

arcturus lacked the imagination to think of what these stone giants might look like -- it made him think of avalanches. wraen's reply did not put him much at ease, though he supposed an avalanche would have a far way to travel before ever coming here.

another glance to the flickering sky, where a tongue of lightning forked like a snake's across an endlessly dark night. between sky and earth, there was a magnificent force at show -- but arcturus fretted. "i hate it." the male replied openly, a baldness in his tone that suggested he was unafraid of such honesty. "it makes me feel incredibly small."