Truthfully the shadow was surprised that the silver spider decided to remain atop the sun-kissed ridge with the shadow. He was not bothered by his presence and, for once, welcomed it. Oddly enough, the scarred male reminded Greer of his fiery friend. He seemed to understand the Archer’s desire for solitude and, like Kyna, did not want to infringe upon it. While his scarlet friend was a little more vocal than Craw, she understood that he craved silence and thrived in it—just as Craw did.

A small, almost undetectable, smile rolled onto his dark maw as he watched the older male sprawl across the ground. Greer did not want the spider to think that he was not comfortable around him so, after a brief delay, the long-legged skeleton lowered himself to the ground also. His mercury gaze remained fixated on the rising sun, completely transfixed by the fusion of colours before them. With winter taking its toll on the lands of Relic Lore, bright sunrises like the one they were witnessing would not be as abundant. Greer wanted to enjoy every moment of it until they returned to the monadnock together or went their separate ways… fade.