Under Twin Moons and Silver Tents
Under the twin moons' light, the open plain close to the forest's heart had become a nest of silver movement. Guards of House Moonwalker, in their shining silver armor, flowed like a tide alive—each step catching light, every bit of metal shining dimly like stardust.
Some of the soldiers slung heavy bundles of rope across their shoulders, others dragged crates of enchanted pots and pans, wooden collapsible furniture, and fortified poles. A few carried boxes full of tightly rolled canvas—tactical tent material infused with small runes to protect against the elements and hide heat signatures.
