Blacktail Deer Plateau To be a poet is a condition...

arcturus was certain it was wraen that had told him of the world and its largeness; after all, once upon a time his world had been defined entirely by the realm of moonspear. that was but a needle-sized realm in a world that was incredibly large and beyond comprehension.

he doubted very seriously wraen had ever been an airhead, but he listened with interest as she detailed a failed expedition of her youth. was that not what youth was, if not trial and error? failure and failure again until at last one climbed their obstacles and stared down at the faces of all their past attempts? "sunspire. i like that." arcturus mused, intrigued by the play on words. moonspear, sunspire.

too bad it had not lasted.. but if it had, where would he be today? certainly not before her. "rogue group?" his features lit up with concern, transcended from daydreaming to alarm.