[It seems a strange thing to have outside of a city. It's obviously not a ruin, and this world is not at war, but he finds himself looking a little too intently at their surroundings rather than above them.
Nothing moves in the shadows. He can't smell blood in the air. Rationally, he knows this. It still takes him the span of several too-long seconds to pry his attention upwards. The stars, as ever, settle him.
He makes a faint nose, sort of a 'hm' and slides his pack from his shoulders until it thumps against the ground. By his calculations, his home planet should be in the north-eastern quadrant of the sky.]
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Nothing moves in the shadows. He can't smell blood in the air. Rationally, he knows this. It still takes him the span of several too-long seconds to pry his attention upwards. The stars, as ever, settle him.
He makes a faint nose, sort of a 'hm' and slides his pack from his shoulders until it thumps against the ground. By his calculations, his home planet should be in the north-eastern quadrant of the sky.]
Do you do this often? Stargaze.