maybe the stars are blind…
There is an easiness to Willoughby which pushes away the grief, if momentarily. She smiles, and her hello is a welcome relief to the sadness which had gripped him only moments before. Now, it is curiosity which presses him toward her, as he wonders why she came. If she wasn’t looking for something, she was likely just exploring… he understood the sentiment, for Azrael had a restlessness to him as well. He often wanted to walk to the mountains to clear his mind. There was just something about the stillness at night upon the peaks, when the stars were close enough to touch and the world was dark with shadows, which called to his restless soul.
“There is always something to find… depending on what you are looking for.” His words are quizzical, but honest – for Azrael saw something new almost every time he came to the mountains. There might be a new path, recently cleared by an explorer who went before him. Or perhaps there were new creatures, watching from the shadows, wondering who intruded on their world. Or, most interesting of all, perhaps there is a stranger, exploring as curiously as he.
“I am Azrael,” he offers, “Champion of Wisdom for Denocte.” Though these days, he felt anything but wise. “Where have you come from?”
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