Moonspear there's a freedom that everyone deserves

a new dawn; arcturus watched the bladed sun as it cut through sleepy morning clouds, beams of light punctuated by the dark shadows of the mountain. his mind was turned away from the cutting beauty, and the severity of that weakened autumnal light was lost upon him.

it was early yet, but arcturus sought @Hydra among the cold nightwashed steppes. their spar -- hopefully a tripod-spar -- was to continue.