Ouroboros Spine if the light that shines some day goes out

Antares was able to step into a rhythm. A delicate, rather slow one for his tastes, but it was forward and that was good enough for now--so he told himself. It didn't escape him how the confirmation of his role as a hunter was breezed past rather readily, but Antares couldn't fight that current in favor of where it went at Adrastus' guidance: about mountains, and those that could reach the stars...

Though it spurred the hurt in his heart, he was getting a touch more numb to it. He at least had to commend the guy's good eye, even if he did not finish the statement. It had always been something that had stuck with him from their histories, so he chuffed softly, almost under his breath. Mhm. It was part of what drew my grandparents to claim it, years ago. To reach the stars best, he sighed, but kept his voice pleasantly schooled into almost indifference.

Now, it was perhaps best viewed as a fitting, towering monument to the demise of his family. As for the mountains to the north, he did nod, and continued on quite similarly. Some closer than others. And only this side of them. I've never gone.. far north. Meaning, over the range. He had only dipped in in visiting the Sunspire, and meeting the curious Legion scout there--the last time he remembered being entirely unaware of everything that was about to go so terribly wrong.