Ghost Lion Crag darling remember, when you come to me

@Dragomir - set a day or so after the fallout

"fuck." arcturus grumbled from the flat slab of rock that overlooked moonspear. from here, it was really sinking in.

he had always looked at the spear on a journey home with a sense of pride and belonging -- and now, all he could think was that he might never walk those jagged peaks again. now, rather than home, he would know moonspear as only another indomitable rock in the distance.

would he forget it all in time? the pathways he'd taken up and down the rise, some put there by himself. the way the sun glinted hard off of the ancient granite, or even, the lull that came to the cold peaks once the sun disappeared behind the stony horizon.

a grave spear of homesickness settled darkly in his heart.