08-21-2018, 04:28 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 540px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Nightsky was named after the very stars and constellations that were mapped in the heavens, and he was happy to say that he was. His name was almost prophetic, and Night believed that the sky he was named after could be used to tell the future as if it was an open book. Well, maybe not an open book, but it was more like... Poetry? Open to interpretation and meaning differing things to differing people, but there's always what was intended underneath all the inferred meanings.
He was a scholar, not a poet. And he usually watches the stars from his little observatory, tucked away in the lofts of the Rosebloods mansion where he has his own private space. It isn't that he doesn't love his sisters, he does, but sometimes they're too loud and he wants to study the stars and do his work in peace. But tonight, he wants to be out in the forest, and that's when he runs into the newcomer.
He's never seen a fennec before. She's so small, and he's small, but he's convinced that about 40% of her is just her ears. It's so strange, but he doesn't dislike how she looks. Cute, that's what he heard someone else use to describe her, and that sounded like a good way to describe her. Not that Night would know anything about that. "Oh, you stargaze too?" He asks, assuming the answer is yes with a beaming smile as he sits down with his satchel. His own journal and the tarot cards are within the pack, and he seems amazed that someone else shares his passion.
"I haven't met anyone that does - do you know about astrology and astronomy too?"
He was a scholar, not a poet. And he usually watches the stars from his little observatory, tucked away in the lofts of the Rosebloods mansion where he has his own private space. It isn't that he doesn't love his sisters, he does, but sometimes they're too loud and he wants to study the stars and do his work in peace. But tonight, he wants to be out in the forest, and that's when he runs into the newcomer.
He's never seen a fennec before. She's so small, and he's small, but he's convinced that about 40% of her is just her ears. It's so strange, but he doesn't dislike how she looks. Cute, that's what he heard someone else use to describe her, and that sounded like a good way to describe her. Not that Night would know anything about that. "Oh, you stargaze too?" He asks, assuming the answer is yes with a beaming smile as he sits down with his satchel. His own journal and the tarot cards are within the pack, and he seems amazed that someone else shares his passion.
"I haven't met anyone that does - do you know about astrology and astronomy too?"
[b]IT'S EASIER TO BURY MY HEAD IN THE SAND SOMETIMES. AND I KNOW IT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY TO GO BUT I PRAY THE GROUND WOULD SWALLOW ME WHOLE. — lucia & alisaie / inactive / playing ff14