When the moon shines, I'll leave two lines

[attr="class","arsacolorsshiningquote1"]we're all just stars colliding

[attr="class","arsacolorsshiningquote2"]imagine all the colors shining

[attr="class","arsacolorsshiningtext"]Another inhale — more underbrush and animals long past. His big nose was pressed to the ground as he moved along in a steady fashion, his mind focused on one goal: locating the leader of the mysterious guild he and Revan had spent one night talking about. He had no memory of Revan giving him their name which Arsa felt was slightly shameful on his own behalf, searching for a leader of a group he did not know the name of. He at least did know what they were about, which he found ever more intriguing. And, reminded him of the guild he was once in. Diverse, specialties, hired assignments. He chuckled to himself. The Magister Guild was certainly a colorful cast and he had no doubts that the one he was targeting was no different. There was a sliver of him that longed for it to be different; that longed for it to hold some semblance of home. But, he knew he held onto a lot of hopes, some that were too far out of reach, too unrealistic, especially for him. It was far-fetched. There was no place to call home. He had to learn to devote himself to not one singular entity, but everyone simultaneously.

Yet here Arsa was, continuing his search for a woman whose name and face he did not know, searching for a guild that he only knew of thanks to his best friend. But that gave his search more meaning. Tangible meaning. It was rare Revan gave anyone his regards so the very fact he came to him expressing his interest and even asking him if would, too, be interested, made his chest swell. Did… he even deserve such consideration? Whether he believed he did or not didn’t weaken his resolve to set out on his search which is what occupied his time the previous few days. The pinkish sun guided him from the sparse, young forest up north to one much denser where the early light flickered in through the canopy, dappling the ground as the faint stars did in the dark sky above. He was less familiar with this forest and though he had a mission, his being in it was a fine excuse to explore it on his own even if he would have preferred to be in the company of another.

A flash of red drew him from his haze as he looked up at it. An insignia on a tree? It was a half circle, reminiscent of a crescent moon. The more Arsa looked around, the more he noticed that there was a small cluster of them strewn about, the insignias all varying in shape but staying in either a circular pattern or claw marks. Curiosity compelled him forward to one of the marked trees, one with a half circle on it, and he sniffed it experimentally. A distant scent clung to it but it was indiscernible. Could they relate to the guild, he wondered. Perhaps signify their specialties? In that case, what did they mean?

He turned his focus from the red circle to the others and before he could approach them, a nearby mound of dirt caught his eye. What was this about? Before Arsa could think twice on the matter he stuck his nose to it and gave it a careful tug to displace the dirt before going on to uncover what lay beneath. He went slow, not wanting to damage what was potentially in it, and he was glad he did. Inside were scraps of meat and… herbs. Not a lot. He looked back at the half circle. Did it indicate what was buried here? As far as he was knowledgeable, none of the packs practiced this and he quickly concluded it had to be the work of the guild. A slight panic struck him — these caches probably were not meant for someone like him to discover, but as he began to carefully and quickly cover it up with dirt he made a mental note of its contents.