Running Up That Hill

Balthier's cheek turned towards his brother as he spoke, only the smallest turn at the corner of his maw appeared though maybe not so much in the darkening night. He was starting to grow to want the solitude, but it was so hard to admit that to even himself when he felt his siblings needed him and them to all stick together.

His gaze moved up to the ocean far below and in front of him, watching the colors of the moon flash through the waves as his brother mentioned the moon possibly disappearing from the sky. "I... don't know." It was really no answer and he wondered why he even opened his mouth. But he tried hard to even ignore the strange happenings around them. He didn't want to think that something else bad was coming their way. After only a few seconds of silence, he questioned, "Do you think dad is up there?" That wasn't really what he meant, but he wasn't exactly quite sure how to word it, "Or I mean, do you think the moon is for us like... I don't know, we've had so much happen to us." He was trying to suggest he felt the ailment in the colors and changes of the moon as well as the little unknown firefly type creatures. But it also felt so silly to ask that the bad luck was only coming for them.

"Balthier"