Bramblepoint k e l t e n t r a u e r

For all his life, as long as he remembered, Stratos had wished for place of second hunter. He had seen himself here in Moonglow, rising the ranks, stepping into place alongside tataa.

Yet now, he had seen elsewhere. Now, he had seen the outside.

They would notice his absence in Moonglow. Notice, how his trails led more and more outward, and the feeling left Stratos uncertain. Uncertain, yet he hungered for the world all the same.

He saw her under the snow laden trees, as cool as he was bright. Around his age, he mustered, and reminding him much of a bird. Her youth gave him the courage to bound forward without reserve.

It has much beauty here! he said with a grin, noting how she stared at the branches, and using the common tongue, though it felt rusty and accented between his teeth. He would need more practice if he wished to meet anyone outside of Moonglow. This is tingmiaq’s first snow, too?