fool's gold — stargazing

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Stargazing was a hobby that Aurum was quite familiar with, although less because of his own fascination with it. Stargazing had been a favorite of one of the children in Tanglewood, as well as his son, Roy. As a result of this, the lion had ended up learning a great deal about it, indulging with the occasional book reading to learn about constellations or planets you could see even from the Earth. It was really an interesting subject, even if it wasn't one that had particularly held his attention as a cub. He supposed that it was always better late than never, and was very glad for the knowledge he now held of the stars above, especially here in the moors. Although you could most definitely see the stars in Tanglewood, things felt slightly different here. The use of flames and battery lights in Tanglewood made it so that, although the stars were still present, there were less of them visible, unless you went to somewhere completely dark like the graveyard. Here in the moors, however, there was very little light to disrupt the skies above, something that could be perceived as both comforting and terrifying.

Truth be told, Aurum found it a little difficult to sleep within the terrible of the Knights for the time being, still growing used to the unfamiliar territory of the rolling hills and manor. So, most of the time if he remained in the territory after dark, he went exploring. He had no goal in particular, unlike when he had first joined Tanglewood and been determined to map out every part of the swamp. No, now he just let his paws carry him anywhere, figuring that eventually he would stumble across something interesting. This time, he ended up stumbling across Icarus, noticing the familiar male staring upward at the cascade of stars above. Aurum wasn't sure he could quite look at the stars in the same way anymore after the recent meteor strike in the Typhoon, but he didn't wish to ruin the moment, so he shoved those unpleasant memories away. Settling nearby the other, Aurum let several moments of serene silence pass, his one blue eye focused upwards, tracing along the delicate, seemingly random patterns. After a while, he muttered softly, voice scarcely above a whisper, "They're quite beautiful out here, aren't they?"

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.