stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires
Rory was a creature of open spaces, a child of the green meadows and the blue sky: a house was about as contained as he ever allowed himself to be, and the wind whistling through the trees of even the densest woodland brought with it the taste of freedom. But the Ruins... Even as the sky stretched from horizon to horizon above him, he felt caged. Hemmed in. Captured. Toppled buildings, stone blocks spewed out onto streets filled with centuries of debris and memories; gaping, empty doorways, black windows like sockets in a bashed-in skull. What had once likely been beautiful and prosperous laid ruined and decrepit, testament to the fragility of life.
Rory hated it, walking among the bones of a time long since past, a people long since changed. He had explored it a few times as a kid, of course, but had quickly abandoned it in favor of the forests and fields.
Every intersection looked the same. Every street pulling away into the darkness looked the same, empty and forlorn. The only thing he had was the tracks of the Luxere, and he sincerely hoped they wouldn't lead to chasm beneath the Bone Bridge, but surely they were smarter than just walking off the edge and to their deaths?
"Hello?" someone called out behind him, and Rory, startled, spun around with his greatcoat doing a dramatic flourish around his legs. He held the lantern high, almost behind his head, and the light spilled across the snow he'd trudged through, and onto the vague silhouette of .. someone. They looked very average at this distance, and Rory took a cautious couple of steps closer. Meeting someone in the Ruins wasn't his favorite thing.
"Hey there," he called back. "I was just tracking the Luxere. What are you doing out here?" Best establish their (supposed) intentions first, and then he could panic if they tried to shank him.
Rory hated it, walking among the bones of a time long since past, a people long since changed. He had explored it a few times as a kid, of course, but had quickly abandoned it in favor of the forests and fields.
Every intersection looked the same. Every street pulling away into the darkness looked the same, empty and forlorn. The only thing he had was the tracks of the Luxere, and he sincerely hoped they wouldn't lead to chasm beneath the Bone Bridge, but surely they were smarter than just walking off the edge and to their deaths?
"Hello?" someone called out behind him, and Rory, startled, spun around with his greatcoat doing a dramatic flourish around his legs. He held the lantern high, almost behind his head, and the light spilled across the snow he'd trudged through, and onto the vague silhouette of .. someone. They looked very average at this distance, and Rory took a cautious couple of steps closer. Meeting someone in the Ruins wasn't his favorite thing.
"Hey there," he called back. "I was just tracking the Luxere. What are you doing out here?" Best establish their (supposed) intentions first, and then he could panic if they tried to shank him.
