Lonely Nights

Twilight sets slowly over the northern mountains.  The cloudy night was cool, but not frigid, summer was here.  The crimson glow of sunset ignited the low hanging clouds with a cascade of warm color.  Reds, oranges and yellows, blending to set the sky aflame.

Caradoc saw all of this, and none of this.

He sat on a rock, staring out over the blasted plains of the fields of the dead, staring up at the mountains that were his home for so long.  The home that was now closed to him.  He couldn't make it across the fields... let alone up the mountains in this condition.  So he just sat on his rock, and drank from a green glass bottle.  A bottle rapidly emptying....

Perhaps he'd go look for Moki some more.  He'd dried up all of his leads, and had many people looking for her...  What more could he do?  He felt so... Helpless.

"Shyte" He cursed to himself, and continued drinking, finally finishing his bottle, mourning its loss, then searching for a place to sleep...