SEVEN – Realisation
He awoke to the dawn chorus of Sky-Skitters attempting to attract female mates; good luck with that he thought, as he rolled his head slowly to the side to better observe the bleak uninhabited landscape from their elevated vantage point. They had spent the night camped outside underneath the Night’s Lights at his request. Despite Keshar’s obvious desire to press on, he had not had the fortitude to reacquaint himself with Scrier’s Post so late in the previous cycle; the darkness added to the site’s sense of foreboding, further increasing his loathing of the events which had recently transpired there. Wasting no time now he got up, painfully, and proceeded to stretch out his back. Although his own bed, back at his tree in the vale, offered little comfort, it was nonethel
