azrael
Azrael didn’t mind the questions, just as he didn’t mind the company. In his quick gaze, he had gathered much about the mare. She wasn’t from here, didn’t understand their ways. It was written in the way she carried herself, a bit unsure and a bit ambivalent to the night around her. There is a hint of annoyance in her voice, but rather than ruffle him, Azrael finds it curious. These things were seldom a quick flash or bang. Instead, he knew the solstice would take time – and as the shadow clicks slowly in place, he relishes every moment of it.
For a couple of breaths, he is silent and focused on the sky. Not taking his eyes off of the sight to regard the stranger, he responds to her question in a matter of fact tone. Tonight is a full eclipse – such things will only happen once in a lifetime, unless one were to live for a very long time. It was an unusual sight to behold, and the shed star can appreciate the rarity for what it is. There are some who fear the blood moon, and others who believe it some sort of dark witchcraft.
Recalling the various stories about the moon, he has to chuckle some… for though there were many a belief, he knew that humanity could never truly define such a phenomenon. It is said that the sun and moon fight during an eclipse, drawing the People to resolve the conflict. Others warn that it is a sign that great transformation is upon us. Shifting his stare finally from the moon, he finds her eyes and catches them with his, deadpan as he gives her his own warning.
It’s curious timing, is it not, that the blood moon rises when the queen is stolen away. There are whispers that war is on the horizon, that blood will be spilled in Denocte, in Novus. His gaze trails back toward the eclipse, a sigh escaping his lips as he ruminates with the red mare in the moonlight. Perhaps Caligo knows more than she lets on – perhaps it was foretold in the stars before, and we simply did not see the signs. There had to be an explanation, he mused, for all that had come to pass. Still, he and the other star sheds had tried to scry in the darkness, to find a sign of redemption or a hint at what would come… but their visions were empty and the stars were not spilling their secrets.
For now.
@Boudika - sorry he's so weird
