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Thread Title: 「 Can’t Help Falling in Love 」 

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Snow at night seems to sparkle in the silver light of the moon, appearing almost magical to those not yet used to its mysterious beauty. Tonight, you are lucky enough to witness this still and dazzling serenity. But things change quickly as you witness the moon’s platinum glow shift into a shade of bright pink, filtering the world in a faint, blush tint. That wasn’t normal, right? Was that meant to happen? You begin to walk, searching for a better view of the full moon, needing to verify you haven’t lost your mind.

Thread Participants

OOC partner: Sonia
Character 1: Isaiah
Alignment: Neutral Good
Desired skills: N/A
No triggers listed

OOC partner: Carey
Character 2: Sorcha
Alignment: lawful good
Desired skills: Warrior, ranger, hunter
No triggers listed

skill: tunnel of love 1/5

Isaiah often did his best thinking at night. It was a time when the world was quiet and still, where things did not have as much pressure the way that they often did when the rest of the world was awake. Isaiah had yet to return to the den where his siblings all had taken up their own little vigils, no one ended up left alone this way and no one had to mourn by themselves. There was something striking to him the way that they all banded together, held up by their grief and common love for one another, and it thankfully made him feel less like he had to tackle his emotions alone.

He'd holed off when Olive had died, and then Tiberius had been back - and then he'd been gone again. Genghis and Olive were final - the only real constants that he'd had in his life felt too far away to reach now that they had passed. Genghis had felt so much like the ever present support that Isaiah had never stopped to even consider the man's age or his health. He'd seemed impossible to best.

Isaiah felt guilty that he hadn't been present like his sisters in the efforts to rescue Genghis. From what he'd been told there was nothing that any of them could truly do - he had been claimed by the Winterscar. They were fortunate that no one else had perished in the attempt to rescue him from the way that so many of them had returned to Dawnbreak. Isaiah knew, though, he didn't have the stature or strength and if Aurelia and Tiberii hadn't been able to save him......

Well - his sisters hung the moon in his eyes, so there was no one better who could have tried.

Speaking of the moon - Isaiah lifted his head in confusion as he realized the world was basked in a faint pink glow, the moon itself seeming to glow such a strange color. His head tilted, olive green eyes squinting for a moment as he took in the view. He'd never seen anything like it - it was enough to make him completely distracted and he barely noticed the change of the scenery.

Somehow he drifted - his focus entirely on the blush moon, a sight he'd never encountered before. It was beautiful, even if unexpected, and he felt almost compelled to continue to investigate.

The night was surreal already, with the moonlight cast the way it did through the trees. Sorcha was content to explore and wander. She had no real place to settle just yet, at any rate, and these mountains had been quite comfortable thus far. She wondered, for a quick moment, how her brothers were. It was strange not having them near. Especially Aglain. Still, it was probably better that she'd broken off on her own. That she'd begun to seek her own independance. Yes, better.

She'd convince herself even if she couldnt' convince anyone else.

Her dainty cream paws continued to carry her forward as she plunged ahead with a few memories of her youth bouncing around. She still wasn't sure how she'd come to the mountains, or when, only that she was making the best of her situation. It had to be for something good. It simply had to be. She willed it to be positive, and so it would be.

The moonlight shifted gradually, and she didn't quite notice at first. The tint of the snow wasn't quite blue, but a shade of violet at first. Her nose prickled as she blinked at it. It must be some trick of the light. With that in mind she moved on still, studying the shadows with wide curious blue eyes. Eventually, pausing to look up at the full moon itself as it's rose-tint color intensified.

That was definitely peculiar. It made her own rose-warm fur glisten all the more, all but the soft creams that highlighted her form were deepend to a pleasant blush. She felt compelled to investigate further, though she didn't quite know where to look. Was it a trick of the clouds? Of the atmosphere? Were there dancing sky lights doing this?

Ultimately she came to a pause, one paw lifted, staring upward. She felt giddy, in a way.

Isaiah