And the moon fell down

Mortis was practising his movements on snowy lands. The Amarda hadn't been hit too hard by the stuff, but other terratories not too far off had been. He found his way to redbud nook, and discovered the winter paradise that awaited him there. After exploring nocks and crannies under skeletal trees, he found an open space in a clearing, and taking calming, slow breaths, he began to work on his fighting moves.

He got lost in the motions, the cool wind in his coat, the freshness of the winter air. He didnt realise how much time had passed until the sun began to fade. And there was the moon, poking out in the distance. Only... the moon wasnt so white, or low to the ground. He fell still, squinting into the distance.