He's certainly not seen by Azwel, whose eyes are all over the buildings and alleys, straining to peer into the distance. The markings on the buildings mean nothing to him--unless the beings who made them are lurking nearby to defend their territory it's academic.
He shifts his feet in the snow a bit nervously when they're told to kill the lights. They're plunged into darkness and he can see the approaching lights from far-off even better, but not well enough to tell what they are.
Too much to hope for another civilian expedition from some other part of the Nexus, looking for survivors or food. Immediately his mind spins in anther direction, pondering the possibility of this Winter covering a potentially infinite space and the kind of vertiginous cosmic fear that comes of thinking about infinitude. He takes a deep breath. Focus. He can let his too-fertile imagination play with the ideas later, if he survives.
He looks round at the others, then peers into the darkness, watching Blaze.
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He shifts his feet in the snow a bit nervously when they're told to kill the lights. They're plunged into darkness and he can see the approaching lights from far-off even better, but not well enough to tell what they are.
Too much to hope for another civilian expedition from some other part of the Nexus, looking for survivors or food. Immediately his mind spins in anther direction, pondering the possibility of this Winter covering a potentially infinite space and the kind of vertiginous cosmic fear that comes of thinking about infinitude. He takes a deep breath. Focus. He can let his too-fertile imagination play with the ideas later, if he survives.
He looks round at the others, then peers into the darkness, watching Blaze.