Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2023 19:37:40 GMT -5
You know, I figured that one out for myself, thanks, Ber did not say when Woodwick offered up his perspective on whether the sunlight or the women would be the more threatening part of his deployment to Cambria. Not quite sure what it was that clued me in though. Maybe the fact that everyone who won’t be happy about us trying to replace their leader will be twice as strong as the werewolf that could have killed me. Keenly aware of Terach standing beside him, he refrained from rolling his eyes where the captain wouldn’t see and instead simply stared at a point on the horizon for a moment as if doing so would miraculously rid the world of annoying officers.
Honestly. Woodwick really couldn’t help himself, could he.
After acknowledging the captain’s explanation of how Coheedsmen dressed, Ber had fallen into silence, and as the moments stretched into minutes, he felt little need to break it. With these two irritants, the tolerability of any interactions tended to be inversely proportional to the number of words exchanged anyway. Hoping that perhaps they would leave finally him alone - though knowing better than to truly expect it - the soldier watched as the last of the golden light finally faded from the sky and, shivering a little, turned to check just how dark the other side of the sky had gotten.
Dark enough that the twinkling tapestry overhead had his eyes widening again, his prior annoyance evaporating once more. Naturally the relatively bright light of the moon drew his attention, and for a long moment, he gazed at its gentle, silvery glow. Then his focus shifted to the myriad pinpricks of light dotted across the otherwise unbroken blue. Leaning back against the wooden railing, he followed the thicker line of stars upward into the middle of the sky with his eyes before craning his neck made him dizzy and he lowered his gaze to the horizon line again. It didn’t take long, however, before he looked back up. “And nighttime used to look like this, too?”