The wind on the summit of the Dragon's Tooth was a blade of ice. It whipped around the jagged, black-rock spire, its mournful howl the only sound in the vast, empty expanse of the night sky. The twin moons hung low and heavy, their silvery light casting our two figures in a stark, ethereal glow, our shadows stretching long and skeletal on the ground between us.
Silas stood at the very edge of the plateau, his form a silhouette against the backdrop of the star-dusted heavens. The unassuming, scholarly boy from the Academy was gone, replaced by a creature of quiet, confident power. His dark, leather armor seemed to drink the moonlight, and his eyes, the color of a starless, midnight sky, burned with an intelligence that was as ancient as it was profound.
His quiet musings, melodious hum which was a stark, beautiful contrast to the raw, untamed wilderness that surrounded us, still lingered between the two of us, there, palpable, a living thing. "A proper...family reunion."
