POWERS OF HEAVEN •• meteors/tremors

[deimos]

He had just stepped back free of the greenhouse as his eyes lifted to the sky. It might have been late, but Piers knew that the work in the greenhouse was rather important. His tail swayed behind him as he slowly took a seat, his eyes scanning the fire balls of the sky. It must have been something different, up there in the sky. His breathing hesitated, turning back to the books in the library of Tanglewood. Flight, something he would have loved to accomplish in time. Maybe he could build a glider, like the brothers of North Carolina.

Piers shook his head.

He laid down, rolling onto his back and star gazing. Lovely time, this was. Peaceful at night, and.. were they getting closer? He blinked a tiny bit. No, that must have been his mind.

"SPEECH"