Moonspear Meet the family

A magical feeling, but was it truly magic or something akin to it? He could wonder all he wanted on it when the heart of the matter was simple—Dirge didn't believe in the otherworldly with a depth held by others. He supposed belief or faith, whichever, was comforting in some sense, but he could neither confirm or deny a thing. But he wasn't the sort to wrench the ideal from another; what he found comforting was entirely different from another's, after all.

Still, a stone that watched over those who traveled, surely that brought peace of mind to those who wandered when the majority stayed. He couldn't help but spare a passing thought of his mother and then of Nyx, and Saor too.

"Sounds pleasant," he joined back in when his turn came, though the words were hushed. It was too difficult to mask that his thoughts had wandered slightly, though not to detract from their topic. "Your pack is fairly peaceful, then?" Perhaps a bastion in a world that was very decidedly chaotic as of late, however microscopic the view he had gradually adopted. For all Moonspear was and had been through, they certainly knew how to channel that energy into something eventful.