Dragoncrest Cliffs there is some violent grace in him

eek. i'm so, so, so sorry for the wait on this.

silkie isn't sure why he doesn't expect company but as the footfalls of another approach him — far too light to be that of an adult. for a second, though, he thinks eske has followed him to ensure he went back to safety ( could one consider the cliffs safe? ) but as he glimpses over a pale shoulder he sees, instead, that it's tux. "hei." he returns, head swinging back around to look back up at the sky. "what's up?" silkie asks his brother with an absent sort of curiosity as he squints up at the stars, trying to make sense of them. or at least try to find a shape like he'd heard of others doing.