monster, monster, under my bed

Grimshaw was blissfully unaware of the man's eyes tracing his body, and thankfully so. He was good without further awkward encounters. After losing to Malachai in a spar that made things between them terribly awkward, at least for him, the last thing he needed was additional strange feelings. Although, he couldn't say that he wouldn't be interested in learning what they were and meant, but that wasn't something you went and talked to strangers about, it seemed. Besides, he felt slightly embarrassed by it.  

As the lights danced around them, Grimshaw hesitated in getting back to his work. What if they were here because they had taken two of their own? A fish and a coyote, what if they meant something to these lights? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out, but being surrounded by the lights told him there was no place to really go. At least his back was against the obelisk, but knowing that the lights could pass through him did little to quell his fear of them passing through the large stone. The man spoke, calling him something he'd never heard... at least since he was young, anyway. His mother called him that when he was a pup, and he hadn't heard it since. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, but tried to focus on what else he was saying.

"I uh, I don't know." Oh no, he was stuttering again. Grimshaw bit his lip briefly, trying to find the courage to speak around his apparent stutter. It appeared whenever he became nervous, but why was he nervous suddenly? The lights weren't that scary, were they? "I feel like I can still see the stars... the lights are.. the lights seem different." That was a little better.