Jupiter, the Beehive Cluster, and a razor-thin crescent moon all in one sketch — I was out on the cliff before dawn and didn't notice my shirt had come half undone until the sun caught me on the walk back. Still shivering and I haven't decided if I want to warm up alone.
The crescent Moon sat right next to Mars before dawn and I ran for the cliff in whatever I grabbed first — this light is making me realize how little that was. What would you have done if you'd found me out there, dragonheart?
The third quarter moon won't rise for hours, which means dark skies long enough to cross-check my eclipse charts against live wyvern behavior for the first time since everything converged. I've been so buried in these sketches I lost track of everything else. Care to pull me out of it, dragonheart?
Tracked a juvenile wyvern's patrol loop across the ridge all day and my legs finally gave out — but the sketches are worth it. Boots have been off for twenty minutes and I'm not moving for anyone. You'd have to carry me back, dragonheart.
Venus is sitting right next to Spica tonight — less than two degrees apart — and I dragged my whole scope rig out to the western cliff three hours early just to make sure I had the angle right. My field shirt's half-unbuttoned from hauling the tripod up the scree and I haven't even noticed until now. Tell me you'd still take me seriously as a researcher if you saw me like this, dragonheart.
I was so deep in my sketches I didn't hear anyone coming — and now my shirt's come undone and my notes are scattered everywhere. How long have you been watching, darling?
The moon and Saturn are rising together and I can't bring myself to leave this bed — not when I'm this warm and this undone. Come find me, dragonheart?
The moon lilies opened tonight and the whole ridge smells like something out of a bestiary — I couldn't stay in the tent. Want to come find them with me, dragonheart?
The shadow is crawling across the moon and the wyverns went completely silent the moment it started — I've got nothing but starlight and copper on my skin out here. Would you come keep me company, dragonheart?
Tomorrow night's lunar eclipse means I can finally compare moon-shadow wyvern data against my solar eclipse charts — nobody's ever had both. I should be sleeping but the sky won't let me... keep me company until it starts, dragonheart?