stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
Rory supposed that purpose was a more accurate word to describe it as, but it still remained a first for him. He rarely allowed someone's appearance to color his expectations of them, and treated everyone with the same measure of wariness. Though, how quickly he abandoned those instincts depended on a great many things, and true, appearance could play a part in that...
Bastien's glance upwards was mimicked by Rory, but there was nothing there: just the sun and some clouds scudding across the blue sky. No legendary bird swooping down to bask them in the glory of its light. Subtly, Rory shrugged. He'd never seen the thing so why would it appear just because they talked about it?
The man's accent reminded him slightly of Remi's lilting voice, and the foreign word had him furrowing his brows. "Signore?" he mimicked with confusion but decent accuracy in emulating the sound. He hesitated a second before answering, wondering how to phrase it, wondering .. what it was they all waited, wanted, for. "As the days grow shorter the darkness grows bolder," he finally said. "The light of the Spark Bird is said to be enough to light up the entire Settlement, and to keep even the monsters of the Long Night at bay. Only, it's been decades since it was last seen."
Rory heaved a small sigh. The more Outlanders he met, the more pitiful his own existence seemed.
Bastien's glance upwards was mimicked by Rory, but there was nothing there: just the sun and some clouds scudding across the blue sky. No legendary bird swooping down to bask them in the glory of its light. Subtly, Rory shrugged. He'd never seen the thing so why would it appear just because they talked about it?
The man's accent reminded him slightly of Remi's lilting voice, and the foreign word had him furrowing his brows. "Signore?" he mimicked with confusion but decent accuracy in emulating the sound. He hesitated a second before answering, wondering how to phrase it, wondering .. what it was they all waited, wanted, for. "As the days grow shorter the darkness grows bolder," he finally said. "The light of the Spark Bird is said to be enough to light up the entire Settlement, and to keep even the monsters of the Long Night at bay. Only, it's been decades since it was last seen."
Rory heaved a small sigh. The more Outlanders he met, the more pitiful his own existence seemed.
