[ Maybe it's lucky there's not a lot to set up, in a way. No brush to buffer the cold, no cover to account for the size of their camp. With a quiet nod, he picks up the crystals again and goes to throw them between the massive teeth of the long-dead creature. They fall through and to the ground below where the bone has long since sunk into the earth, as if the structure is slowly descending into the place where it fell. It's old in a strange way, this improper burial, something he feels more than he knows as the wind hollows through the various cavities.
It doesn't take long for the sun to sink over the barren valley, taking the temperature with it. Climbing up to perch himself between two of the teeth, he surveys the tall grass, the tower in the distance. Without light pollution, the moonlight is brighter than he's ever seen it.
Moving his gaze away, he looks down to Clair, body weathering well against the cold. ]
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It doesn't take long for the sun to sink over the barren valley, taking the temperature with it. Climbing up to perch himself between two of the teeth, he surveys the tall grass, the tower in the distance. Without light pollution, the moonlight is brighter than he's ever seen it.
Moving his gaze away, he looks down to Clair, body weathering well against the cold. ]
Should I keep watch first?