Bright Eyes

It was a quiet day in the empire and Rain had chosen that evening for a stroll through the garden. Fauldr had chosen to stay behind in the dungeon and finish working on the gift they intended to present to Malleus. The sun had set a while ago but Rain found comfort in the night, particularly while he was safe with a pack that didn’t plot to kill him.

He passed by a small tree with broad green leaves that had a very peculiar scent and rubbed his shoulder against it to mark it for inspection in the morning. For now he simply wanted to enjoy the night. He looked up at the waning moon, a perfect crescent in the air and gave a small, peaceful sigh. It hadn’t been particularly hard, but Rain had felt at peace within the empire and he even dared to call it his home.

speaking Thinking   You