Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

@Osiris <3

carrying absentmindedly the whittled end of a pine, arcturus ranged through the spear's middling steppes. the snow and ice prevented him from going much further -- the pass he often preferred to navigate had naught but a slick layer of ice deposited at its mouth. he hardly called it safe passage.

relegated to the lower reaches, arcturus passed the time by lugging the stick in a rare bout of play. he did not know it yet, but change and spring were soon upon the wind -- and he was filled with a strange sense of purposefulness that kept his head clear and free of troubles.