Aug. 26th, 2014

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Who: Ghaleon and any passerby.
Open: Yes.
When: Day 222, night
Where: Edge of the Bastion.
What: A certain mage thinks about the past.
Format: Whatever you go with.
Warnings: Likely discussion of dead friends and family. Also Ghaleon himself.


[For all that this place is still new and strange in so many small ways, it's the moon that Ghaleon finds he cannot get used to. The others all seem to treat it as if its presence in the night sky is normal enough. From a purely technical standpoint he agrees; for there to be a moon and a planet drifting through the aether together is only natural, however broken one might be. No, the part that is strange to Ghaleon's eyes is that it's the planet their little community happens to be stationed on.

Seated on the edge of the Bastion and staring up at the pale sphere, he can't help but think that it looks more barren and lifeless than even the Frontier or the Blue Star had. He vaguely wonders if the view of Lunar had once been the same as this from the Blue Star all those ages ago.


Depending on how a passerby's timing is, they might overhear him humming a tune he clearly knows by heart, or perhaps small comments to people long gone.]

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