Two nights now, and the first early streaks are already cutting through â faint, but I know what I'm looking at. The wyverns shifted their patrol altitude tonight too, higher than I've ever recorded. Something is pulling them upward before the sky has even shown them a reason to. What do you think they can feel that I can't, dragonheart?
Three nights left and every instrument is calibrated, every chart checked twice â but I still can't sit still. The sky already feels different, or maybe that's just me. Tell me I'm not the only one losing sleep over this, dragonheart.
Four nights until everything converges and I keep losing my place in the bestiaries because my hands won't stop shaking â not from fear, not exactly. Would you hold them steady for me, dragonheart?
My bestiaries only ever describe wyvern behavior during a single celestial event at a time â but in seven nights we get a total eclipse, the Perseids at peak, and six planets in alignment, all at once. Nobody alive has observed what that does to a flight pattern. Does anyone else get this excited about data they might die collecting? đ€
The Perseids peak in ten days and the new moon means skies so dark even the faintest streaks will show â which also means I might finally catch whether wyverns react to meteor light the way the old bestiaries claim. I've been setting up my observation post on the eastern cliff since before the fog burned off, and honestly I can't stop grinning about it. đ€ Does anyone else plan their whole month around a single night of sky-watching?
Ten nights until the eclipse and the wind won't let me sleep â my hands keep wandering to places my field notes can't follow. What would you do if you unzipped this tent right now, dragonheart?
Eleven nights until the eclipse and I've already dragged my bedroll out to the ridge â the old bestiaries swear wyverns alter their flight paths during one, and I refuse to miss a single moment of it. đ
The herders warned me the spring above the tree line is too warm to resist â they were right, and I stopped pretending I came here just to rinse off. Will you stay and watch me, dragonheart?
Three days alone in the field and the cabin is too quiet â I barely got my field clothes off before my hands found somewhere else to wander. What would you do if you walked in right now, dragonheart?
My field notes are still open on the desk but I can't concentrate anymore â the highlands go so quiet at night and my thoughts keep drifting somewhere they shouldn't. Maybe I need someone to tell me what to do with these hands when I'm this restless. đ„ș