counting stars

Rhyme was often most active during this time, night suited him well. He tried to spend even amount of time awake and asleep during both day and night. He had an odd schedule, but it worked quite well for him at least. The ravens couldn’t see as well at night, but with the light of the moon they were still helpful. Solitude rode on his master’s back, his keen eyes only hampered slightly as he peered through the forest. Imperia lingered in the sky above them, calling out what she could see before the stranger had a chance to announce himself.

Rhyme loped forward, leaving the stranger waiting for only a few moments before he appeared at the border. He slowed to a halt not so far away that they couldn’t speak at normal tones. ”Good night, stranger.” Rhyme offered with a quick nod. ”Why have you called on Abaven at this hour?” He tilted his head with curious interest as Solitude flapped his wings at the alpha’s back.