Tal had always been a light sleeper. Out on the Tundra he'd had little choice. The faintest of whines from one of the sled dogs might be the crucial seconds needed to get the harnesses on and the team running from ursur or cannibals or any one of a dozen threats.
So when Alys slipped out of bed he blinked sleepily at her retreating form before dropping his head back to his pillow and falling asleep once more, thinking it was only the usual reason for getting up in the middle of the night. And no one wanted an audience for that.
His name a few minutes later drew him bolt upright and out of the bed before his eyes were even open, bare feet hitting the Peregrine's sanded planks as he hitched his sweatpants up a little higher and grabbed his Dagger out from under his pillow. Staggering out onto the deck, he saw first that Alys wasn't hurt, and only then did he follow her gaze as he came to stand beside her.
Up. Up and into the sky, where the stars sparkled bright and clear beneath the moons...
Moons?
"Oh... fuck," he swore softly, Dagger dropping uselessly to his side. His other hand groped for Alys's, squeezing it with what little comfort he could give her.
How the hail were they supposed to fight a moon?
So when Alys slipped out of bed he blinked sleepily at her retreating form before dropping his head back to his pillow and falling asleep once more, thinking it was only the usual reason for getting up in the middle of the night. And no one wanted an audience for that.
His name a few minutes later drew him bolt upright and out of the bed before his eyes were even open, bare feet hitting the Peregrine's sanded planks as he hitched his sweatpants up a little higher and grabbed his Dagger out from under his pillow. Staggering out onto the deck, he saw first that Alys wasn't hurt, and only then did he follow her gaze as he came to stand beside her.
Up. Up and into the sky, where the stars sparkled bright and clear beneath the moons...
Moons?
"Oh... fuck," he swore softly, Dagger dropping uselessly to his side. His other hand groped for Alys's, squeezing it with what little comfort he could give her.
How the hail were they supposed to fight a moon?
