The scene settles on Regalia's night-time festivities; people revelling in the harvest, gorging and drinking themselves into a frenzy. The sound of music and laughter filled the night sky above on this chilling night...and there, sitting atop one of the tall Bastilles that stretched into the night sky, sat the wolf-like Gereon, wstching from above. One leg was pulled up close to the mans chest, the other hanging loosely off the edge of the brick precipice he rested against. Even in the crisp, freezing air that russled at his clothes even now, the man barely felt the cold at all, and revelled in the moons glow upon his skin.

"Mmh...the moon shines bright tonight, eh Whisper?" The man spoke, as the white wolf as his side lifted its head to him, and then laid it back down, acknowledging his question with a yawning whine, which made the young man smile. His gaze locked once more upon that silveru disk in the sky...he had been drawn to it for all of his life. He'd veen drawn to many things over his short lifespan; swordsmanship, his fathers war stories...but the moon had always been different. It felt...welcoming. warm, as of its wash of light welcomed him home. His mother had been much the same; often times right there beside him in the dark, letting the light wash over her beautiful pale skin..the memory brought a strange sadness to the boy, as he drooped his head. Almost immediately his companion gave a sharp yip, as if sensing his shift in emotion. His head snapped up to look at his faithful familiar and solemnly smiled, reaching over to scratch her between thebears and let her lick his palm.

"Hush girl...im fine. Just remembering mother and father is all.." he remarked, before once more gazing out, tranfixed by that hanging beacon in the sky...