Fight the break of dawn

Blissfully oblivious to the fall of goddesses and impending doom - or at least, willfully ignoring them for one selfish night - Tal had suggested that they could check out the Spyglass while they were in Stormbreak. It was one of the wonders of the world, supposedly, and he'd heard from Soh how it had been rebuilt, so he'd been eager to check it out.

And every once in a while the gods smiled down upon an Accepted, and tonight the clouds had thinned enough in the northeastern corner of the region to see the stars through their wispy tatters as a nearly-full moon shone down gently above them, the promise of Longheat's warmth in the softening of the evening breezes.

It was, all in all, quite the loveliest night Stormbreak had seen all season.

"Sooo... it's pretty tall, huh?" he asked his companion - no, not the scaly one - as he slanted a grin towards Alys. He leaned on the railing that protected enterprising fools from falling off the narrow balcony that encircled the dome, inured to heights after his time on the Peregrine. Boreal was nearby as well, but the dragon was keeping an indulgent weather-eye on Sascha to make sure the little bear didn't get too close to the edge herself. "Nothin' like it in Halo, that's for sure."