Silvertip Mountain by it's fire

DETAILS — night; clear skies. venus is visible as decided by my tabletop roll!

the ascension to a perhaps precariously cliff had eaten majority of the furies' day and leaves him having reached a safe perching place upon the stone with it's worn walkways, nestled against grass, tress and mosses that grew bravely among the risen earth and stone. there is more of the mountain he wishes to explore but as dusk wanes into night and the sky clears of the wisping clouds that had flittered across the skyline lazily during the day the heavens yawn open for him.

he turns his mahogany red gaze up at the intricate mapping of stars, from the pale moon which hangs bright and ripe in the sky, it's sweet moonbeams casting about the land in its soft glow. it comes to rest upon the bright disc in the sky that looks as if it might be the moon but smaller. it takes a moment but he recognizes it with a start and a flutter of excitement that beats in his chest as if he swallowed a swarm of butterflies.

venus! small and plump and bright as the moon herself though no less stunning; for seeing the secondary planet steals kharybdis' breath all the same.