[ tags ] -- Hyperion had been spending an inordinate amount of time lately doing things for people. Between decorating camp, attending parties and seminars, and greeting visitors at the border, he'd been working so hard that he'd barely had time to meditate or read or even watch the stars. He'd gotten in the habit of simply conking out at the end of the day, exhausted from the many small tasks his paws had been set throughout the day. But this afternoon, he'd promised himself that he'd get out of camp for a little while, to walk around and relax a bit. If he didn't do it now, he'd crack later. The tiger knew this, and yet still couldn't help himself from extending an invitation to join him to the rest of the Clan before leaving.
"If anyone would like to accompany me on a walk, I'm leaving now," he hummed, looking around those nearest to him to see if anyone would take him up on his offer. Part of him hoped no one would come so he could get lost in his own thoughts, perhaps do some soul- or memory-searching of his own. But another part of him desperately hoped that he wouldn't be left alone, afraid of what he might find if allowed to wander uninhibited through the dark fields of his missing memories. He paused for a moment, torn, waiting for someone else to speak.
// STRINGTHEORY. sorry, super lame starter, but man am i pooped!!
pick a star on the dark horizon and follow the light.