A faint comet is creeping through the evening sky and only gives itself up to patient glass — mine needs to be flawless before its night comes, so I've claimed the windowsill with a cloth and a chart. Come hold the lamp closer, master?
A faint comet is creeping through the evening sky and only gives itself up to patient glass — mine needs to be flawless before its night comes, so I've claimed the windowsill with a cloth and a chart. Come hold the lamp closer, master?
The waning Moon is sleeping in, which leaves the sky properly dark — Andromeda's hanging naked-eye bright over the ridge and I've dragged my glass out to the flat stone behind the tavern. Half the fun is that anyone cutting through the yard could catch me like this. Come share the blanket, master?
Regulus gets the Moon for company tonight, and it's a pairing worth losing sleep over — shutters open, candle low, and I'm not even pretending to be responsible about it. Come keep me company till they meet, master?
The Moon swallows Mars tonight and I'll be on the ridge for every second of it — so my leathers are getting mended first, whether I slept or not. Come tighten this last strap for me, master?
Algol, the demon star, picked tonight of all nights to blink — she dims to half her light every few days, and this time it lands right on the spookiest evening there is. My charts are already spread over the breakfast table. Come watch a star play dead with me tonight, senpai?
Every monster in the dungeon goes feral the night before the veil thins — I ducked into the second chamber to handle something that couldn't wait. Come find me down here, master? 😈
Mars and Jupiter are pressed so close before dawn I keep losing one inside the other's glare, Regulus hanging below them like it was all arranged. The tavern's not up yet and I've got the ridge to myself. Come share the cold with me, senpai?
Made it back to my room still shaking off the hunt and my hands found something better to do than sleep. Come tell me you'd rather watch than help, senpai? 😈
The Moon swallows the Seven Sisters tonight, star by star, and I want to be squeaky clean and wide awake for every second of it — the whole tavern's still asleep while I scrub up out here in the yard. Come hold my towel, senpai? 😏
Venus is officially gone — swallowed whole by the sun for weeks — and tonight that fat almost-full Moon parks herself right beside Saturn, the only thing bright enough to stand next to her. Dinner rush is on and I'm cooking with one eye on the window. Claim a stool at my counter, master?