Verdigris Ravine ~Great spirits, of all who lived~

Hmm, the boy hummed, dark head ever inclined to peer into the inky river.

Indeed, the stars reflected off the glassy surface in mirrored constellation. Speaking, in similar whispers, and the Cavetreader wondered what else they might say if studied this way long enough.

Tribekin break the patterns, Brac observed, and drew a long claw to outline the air where their faces silhouette the riverbed. His own melded with the shadows of the rocks beneath, but hers flickered in dull moonlight, golden eyes catching what remained of the lingering light, sandy fur radiant despite the night. Like sun on bright day, he murmured, the stars suddenly hidden -

- he broke away,  perplexed by the sudden rush that overtook him, and turned his gaze to the sky. Which pearl does this one wonder at most? And attenpt to shake himself back into Brac - but the thought of her eyes still burned brighter.