You find letter that says " you have been invited to the solstice viewing this Sunday. Starting at 6 pm at top of the hills in the graveyard. Bring a chair or blanket !" Words scribbled on the back read " yo I know it might be uncomfortable but it wouldn't feel right if I didn't invite Ya. Just rip this up and forget about it if your not interested.
Eve knocked gingerly at the door to Dasvanās crypt. Antsy, she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her teeth biting at her lower lip. Her eyes strayed to the ground, twiddling in between the blades of grass. The sun is going down and she waits with a blanket wound tightly under her arm.āHello?ā she ventured, lacking committed volume, still not sure if she felt alright being here.
But itās been so longā¦
āDasvan? Are you home?ā she called out a bit louder. āI know I⦠missed the solstice⦠by a long shot. But umm⦠yāknow, even the stars are enough for meā¦ā She stands with the note Dasvan had left for her, her eyes following the strokes used to make the half-scrawled letters before they turn skyward, worried by the unusual silence.
āIām sorry Iāve been⦠out of touch.āā¦āIāll just goā¦ā she murmured, turning away. Their last encounter had admittedly left her timid around the necromancer and sheād kept her distance, enforced radio silence. She figured it was only fair if she was given the same treatment.