Running Up That Hill

Balthier had been focused on his work providing for the pack, maybe too much. He spent his free time with Azzurra, he wasn't really aware how clear that was to his other siblings. But these days he was just filling the time with work so he wouldn't be sitting around thinking of the rest of the travesties that happened to him and his siblings. It was hard at night, but with Azzurra, it was easier.

But some nights he just had to be alone. He was at least optimistic publicly, or he tried to be even if his tone was more flat than outgoing. He never let his emotions get the best of him. Even while he was out here alone along the cliffside.

The strange hues of the moon were troublesome, and he couldn't help but feel like it was almost a curse. Or he imagined his dead mother and father behind the moon, something like their spirits angry for the way they died. He didn't take the feelings seriously. It was a silly thought, but whatever was next for them surely didn't feel right.

"Balthier"