Dragoncrest Cliffs dominus vobiscum

his brow drew tight in concern. just darkness? he asked. maybe there was a lwa of darkness; he did not know. he knew sobeille was fierce, and sometimes violent, but to be met with just the void. . .

i saw a bird, lafayette went on. his eyes cut to the vulture—or where it had been, since it decided to depart the scene in between their remarks. not dat bird. a white bird, wit' great big wings. an' de stars, too—so many of dem against de night sky.

darkness, too—but his had been augmented, at least, by those pinpricks of light.

his upper fangs sank briefly into his lower lip in contemplation before he turned to sobeille and asked, what d'ye t'ink it meant, sobeille? de darkness.

he still hadn't quite figured out his own vision.