For most, tonight was an ordinary night, but it wasn't, as the night had grown teeth.
Above a steep precipice, the sky hung heavy with a hundred glowing stars.
Each one a cold, unblinking eye.
On this precipice, Lilliana leaned against an ancient boulder the size of a house; her posture was quite deceptively casual. Shoulders slack, arms crossed, and one heel hooked over the other. To anyone who saw her right now, she might have been a sentry at rest.
Someone stealing a moment of quiet.
Of course, that is the person who could go past the fact that she was wearing something utterly alien.
A fashion that doesn't exist in this realm.
But regardless, her mind was a storm of silent voices; she wasn't idling.
Inside, she was speaking without moving her lips, threading her thoughts across the miles to where Rex blazed through the dark. The telepathic link between them hummed like a plucked wire, carrying more than words.
