Altar of Twilight ᓯᕐᓚᔪᖅ

he bares the weight of grief—an all too familiar burden she's witnessed many carry. it was written in his eyes, his shoulders, his voice. he is in mourning. she gives a gentle nod, letting the quietness settle between them. watching as the light from her moon casts shadows across his scarred face. 

"you are in pain," she stated softly. "this...someone you are looking for...you miss them. do you feel lost without them?" came her question. not to push or pry, but to simply learn. he wears the loss like a cross heavy upon his neck. 

she sighs, a sound lost to the wind. "i am searching for something, too. family. purpose." there's a thoughtful pause, before she's rising to stand. taking gentle, fluid steps toward him.

"perhaps we can help each other."