eldarscion.
Rarely does he encounter any other than the guards and father walking the Court of the Fountain past nightfall, but tonight marks an EXCEPTION. Similarly, it thus makes for an incentive to be wary ( to reason’s extent ).
❝ The hour grows late… —— Have I found a kindred soul in my sleepless wanderings, or do I mistake one fond of the stars for a RESTIVE mind? ❞
closed / gahamer
❛ You w i l l find a kindred soul with me. ❜
This one sailed under the stars countless times, gazing up at the moon & let speculation run rampant. The Nerevarine was always a believer in the “impossible” & the more he wasted countless hours tracing each star with his fingers, the more he believed Tamriel was not alone.
❛ I, too, find it difficult to sleep as of late. I sometimes do not realize I never slept until the sun rises o’er the mountains’ peak. Which is why I oft take walks back home, to ease what thoughts that surface. ❜
