[private] all the blank spots left a mark

[Nemeon]

Time has little meaning for Nemeon, since he only experiences part of it. There is, by default, something a little nicer about the winter since he is awake for longer portions of the night, but now that spring is preparing to give way to summer he finds himself enjoying the warmer nights and seeing the flush of life that appears around this time of year. The spring and summer reminders that he is alone are gentler than the harshness of the winter ones. At least now there is movement and chatter around him as he leaves the forest behind.

The night is late, in just a few hours the sky will start to lighten and the birds will begin to awaken. He finds himself in want of being somewhere in the open, where he can watch the sky change into brilliant colours - even if he does not ever get to watch the full sun rise. So he makes his way to the river, where the spring moon glitters upon the moving water.

He has not forgotten his quest, though his hope around it waxes and wanes. He thought it would be so easy - finding someone with a light trait, when he lives his life in darkness the light should stand out and should draw him in.

But whether it is bad luck or just the pull of his morose existence dragging him down over the years so he foolishly does not take the opportunities he is given. For someone who is so deeply and thoroughly tired of being alone, it is sometimes the most difficult thing in the world to do anything about it.

A small "humpf" noise escapes Nemeon and he shakes his wings and neck out as if it's just as easy to shake off his own attitude as it is flies.

NEMEON

@Allaire