Moonstone Quarry o, chanda

set shortly after this thread

if he'd known the name of this place, aditya would have found it fitting. he was drawn to the moonlight bouncing off the the quarry's many pools, shallow with summer's heat but still holding strong.

his ancient limbs carried him down the slopes, carefully, carefully, until he stood before one of said pools, his reflection a darker shadow against starry sky.

it was good that it was night. he wouldn't be able to see himself cry.

another child—! and this time, the fault wasn't solely his own. perhaps if he'd kept a better eye on her. . . but he'd vowed to stay with these pups, and he'd done so; he'd tried—

he'd failed.

he cleared his throat, sitting heavily down upon the stone floor, a ragged sigh escaping his maw. he wouldn't stop looking. not just for silktail's sake, but for the deep-rooted fear of returning to tytonidae and the boy without her.