What Do You See? [Drachen]

He arrived, and Aurielle regarded him with a keen, shrewd eye. He was desert dusted, recently traveled and tiredness lurked at the corners of his eyes and the edges of his frame, though he was clearly trying to conceal some of it, of not all. Her lips wanted to smile in approval. A less observant wolf might have been fooled, but she’d been trained to watch for such things.

But the strangeness of the moon’s stagnant phase, the glow of the flora and fauna, the streaking of stars and the strange fireflies pressed back upon her, and she nodded, acknowledging, “Once we’re done talking, please, get some rest, use a bit of Valerian or whatever works best for you, if you must. I may do the same, to be honest.”

For certain, her mind would be chewing over the strange happenings far too stubbornly for a natural sleep to be easily caught.

She drew in a breath and let it out in a plume of vapor as a sigh. “I’m sure you haven’t missed the odd signs in our world. What do you make of them? The last time we had bizarre events we had a miniature ice age and returning beasts that we thought extinct.”

Her eyes flicked up to the sky, ears slipping back briefly before pricking forward as she regarded the Mist, not pushing, clearly wishing him to take his time to consider his words. She was patient, regardless of the oddities of the world, and she was interested to hear his take on the events currently going on, even now, around them.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think