[se] racing to the moonlight

Everest

Set away from the lights of the Stormbreak, the Spyglass provided the perfect place for star-watching. Without any light pollution (or at least as little as possible), and with the sun having set hours ago, the night was as serene and clear as Everest could have hoped for (and indeed he had been hoping). Having checked the evening forecast every day that week for a clear night, it was with a canvas bag already packed with all the things that he would need that the aviator set out to map the stars.

They had always fascinated him, the stars. Having spent a good deal of his time as a boy travelling back and forth from Stormbreak to the Greatwood with Mateo, he'd often thought that the stars looked slightly different to him based on where he was. Tonight he planned to map things out to see if that was true. With a thermos of tea (and gods he did hope it was just tea, though it was Mateo who had made it), and some sandwiches, Ever began to set up a large easel and several sheets of paper. Reaching for the large blanket he'd brought with him, a small sound just behind caught his attention.

Turning his head over his shoulder and peering into the thick darkness, the aviator frowned. Likely he should be afraid, though what anyone would want of him at this time of night was anyone's guess. "Is someone there?"

I've done the math, checked the facts
And there's no changing that