The rest of the day was without incident. Night had fallen, and the air began to cool once more. The sky was slightly purple at the horizon, as the sun's touch still had not quite passed that part of the earth, but the golden moon was now out and about, her silver sister not far behind. Aura Luna, the golden moon was called, while the silver went by Arga Luna; many times, it seemed almost as though the two of them danced with one another in the sky.<br/><br/>Soon, the foothills were in view from the higher point at which Sbatarra looked down, the trees growing thicker as they littered the area. All of a sudden, the drow would feel like she was being watched, like an invisible creature was hiding and flitting about. A solitary giggle echoed through the place as she continued...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>