Ψ · Won’t you get up off, get up off the roof?

Theory · 10-18-2021, 06:22 PM

The changes by now had become impossible to ignore. At first, the slightly longer nights were able to be attributed to the change of seasons... but now? The omnipresent moon? The darkness that persisted even when it should be midday? The glow? Fireflies? Voices?

She'd driven herself half mad with worry. Theory wasn't used to this kind of creeping dread. Disasters? Those she could handle. She was excellent in crisis. But this extended gloom, pulling Boreas onwards toward... what? Her thoughts circled endlessly like so, even when she broke from her typical patrol at the pack borders. Maybe she could clear her head if she stood and looked out over the choppy waves. The view of the bay from above was breathtaking - it often soothed her, a warm balm to her soul. She hurried her steps, eager to take in the view for a long, precious moment before returning back to patrol.

As she emerged from the tree line set back from the meadow, she spotted a dark shape moving in the undergrowth. Snow hadn't touched this place yet, although the wind whipping off the coast was bitterly cold. Theory slit her eyes against the brisk salty air and weaved her way through the plants. "Hello?" she called across the meadow. "Have you come to admire the view as well?"

"Speech"

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