10-14-2019, 12:40 AM
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Y u g e n. n.
On nights his mind grew prone to wandering, the youthful wildcat took to exploring. Tanglewood presented an interesting environment, especially during the night, to traverse. Under the stars the world hardly grew silent; Torren recounted a few stray owl hoots, interrupting the ever-present cricket chorus. As the nights grew colder, the prince expected them to grow only moderately quieter.
A surprise caught him as he padded into the fields, spotting not one, but two beneath the illuminated sky. Quickly, he noted the break in trees revealed the vibrant heavens above. The open grass compared almost equally to the rhythmic tides of the sea, but Torren felt, for stargazing — as he deduced Wormwood to be actively conducting in the moment — the shore shone too mystically under starlight to lose against the peaceful field.
A concerned thought occurred to him as he began walking towards the two. Kiira always seemed so sleep-deprived; a likely sufferer of insomnia. Torren Liked Wormwood, finding the lion ever friendly and eager to talk with — he would not wish insomnia upon the guardsman. Whether or not the feline’s thoughts rang accurately, he opted against directly inquiring about the other’s ability, or lack thereof, to sleep. Considering his recent acquisition of constellation books came from Wormwood, the lion may simply enjoying the same pastime he did.
As he approached, he caught the tell-end of the unfamiliar feline’s words. Before speaking, he bowed his head briefly, in a polite greeting to both. “Personally, I find the stories behind the constellations more intriguing.” Myths, legends and folktales from all over the globe offered different stories to the patterns they traced in the night sky. Torren supposed his passion for history drew him to the studies of astronomy lore, before truly attempting to simply learn the placement of the stars — a situation he planned to remedy, thanks to Wormwood.
“Though I have started to read your books.”
On nights his mind grew prone to wandering, the youthful wildcat took to exploring. Tanglewood presented an interesting environment, especially during the night, to traverse. Under the stars the world hardly grew silent; Torren recounted a few stray owl hoots, interrupting the ever-present cricket chorus. As the nights grew colder, the prince expected them to grow only moderately quieter.
A surprise caught him as he padded into the fields, spotting not one, but two beneath the illuminated sky. Quickly, he noted the break in trees revealed the vibrant heavens above. The open grass compared almost equally to the rhythmic tides of the sea, but Torren felt, for stargazing — as he deduced Wormwood to be actively conducting in the moment — the shore shone too mystically under starlight to lose against the peaceful field.
A concerned thought occurred to him as he began walking towards the two. Kiira always seemed so sleep-deprived; a likely sufferer of insomnia. Torren Liked Wormwood, finding the lion ever friendly and eager to talk with — he would not wish insomnia upon the guardsman. Whether or not the feline’s thoughts rang accurately, he opted against directly inquiring about the other’s ability, or lack thereof, to sleep. Considering his recent acquisition of constellation books came from Wormwood, the lion may simply enjoying the same pastime he did.
As he approached, he caught the tell-end of the unfamiliar feline’s words. Before speaking, he bowed his head briefly, in a polite greeting to both. “Personally, I find the stories behind the constellations more intriguing.” Myths, legends and folktales from all over the globe offered different stories to the patterns they traced in the night sky. Torren supposed his passion for history drew him to the studies of astronomy lore, before truly attempting to simply learn the placement of the stars — a situation he planned to remedy, thanks to Wormwood.
“Though I have started to read your books.”