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With the threat of war eerily creeping in, Sari decides to switch packs to...
I looked outside, to find a blue Moon illuminating the darkness of the night. Our Moon shone her brightest, indicating that tonight, she was honoring Kavitvana.
Father always said that our Moon chose to show blue, for more than one reason. She wanted to honor her sister, who had sacrificed her wisdom for us. So her blue color represented just that, the Wise Moon gift.
But it also represented grief. Wise Moon indicated a new year had begun. One more year our Moon had been forced to spend alone. One more year in a desolated eternity.
Maybe that was why I couldn't find Jerr celebrating. Perhaps it had been tradition in Wise Moon to follow our Moon, to mourn with her.
It wasn't really custom for the packs to excessively celebrate the other Moons, so I knew that tonight wouldn't host any great festivities. Not like the night of the Wolf Moon, at least.
But I still found it odd that Jerr was nowhere to be found. He'd still lived in Wise Moon for fifteen years before he came to Rahas. Since he has never minded me calling him a Wise Moon, I figured he still thought fondly of Kavitvana's descendants.
But no one had seen him, and there was no trace of him in the bars I'd visited or in the Manor.
Yet, as my feet started moving, I knew there was only one place he could be.
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I finally reached the black rock formation that covered the Temple of Sariranyasa. I hadn't even thought of the dangers that might be awaiting me here in the dark, alone, outside of the city walls. Then again, in Fire Moon, I'd grown so used to this wary feeling, I barely noticed it anymore. It was more like a silent voice, shushing the reckless thoughts that came peeking in my mind. Sheltering me from making any foolish mistakes that would result in my untimely end.
As I approached, I could see him sitting on the edge of the rocks, facing our Moon in the skies. I walked around the Temple's stone roof and found my way up.
The closer I got to him, the more his scent seeped into me. Spicy wood, with a hint of incense. Only now, there was some liquor involved too.
"Weren't you the one to tell me it was rude to sneak up on somebody?" Jerr asked as he took a sip of a bottle filled with amber fluid. Whatever it was, it smelled strong.
"It's not sneaking up on someone if they can hear you coming."
Jerr looked at me sideways and nodded at me to sit down next to him. "I smelled you before I heard you. A fresh spring morning."
My lips dared to curl upward. "That's what I smell like?"
"That's what it reminds me of, anyway," he shrugged. He offered me the bottle after he took another sip.
I immediately felt the golden drink burn at my insides, and my stomach wasn't willingly cooperating with processing the liquid substance. It still hadn't entirely recovered after last night.
