Post by The Architect on May 19, 2015 20:25:14 GMT
Comet stood stock still, appearing hardly even to breathe as he pressed his eye close to the viewing lens. In truth, breathing wasn't the first thing on his list of priorities at that moment. With his other eye closed, he stared raptly through the huge glass and wood contraption at the night sky above. With an absence of thought born only through years of practice, he lifted his hoof and tapped a tiny wheel on the side of his telescope to adjust the focus by an infinitesimal degree to make viewing his distant targets clearer. After a few moments had passed he realized he hadn't drawn a breath and so he did to keep his focus elsewhere.
With a soft grunt of satisfaction, he brought his focus back to ground and took his eye from the viewhole to pick up a pencil in his mouth and make a few more markings in the open book on the ground beside him. After all the time he'd spent outdoors, at night, his eyes were more than adjusted enough to see what he was scratching down. The light of the waxing moon helped. He had been tracking the progress of a distant comet through the sky for the past few nights, and it looked like it was moving rather slowly and would be coming closer before long. He'd like to get a good look at it when it passed close.
He put the pencil back down in the spine of the book and looked skyward without the telescope's assistance. He idly named the seasonal constellations, taking note of their position and orientation. The Snoring Dragon constellation was almost directly overhead, its faintly twinkling constituent parts bathing him in a soft, ghostly white light. He smiled and sat staring upwards, silently thanking Princess Luna for such a wonderful gift of beauty every night.
With a soft grunt of satisfaction, he brought his focus back to ground and took his eye from the viewhole to pick up a pencil in his mouth and make a few more markings in the open book on the ground beside him. After all the time he'd spent outdoors, at night, his eyes were more than adjusted enough to see what he was scratching down. The light of the waxing moon helped. He had been tracking the progress of a distant comet through the sky for the past few nights, and it looked like it was moving rather slowly and would be coming closer before long. He'd like to get a good look at it when it passed close.
He put the pencil back down in the spine of the book and looked skyward without the telescope's assistance. He idly named the seasonal constellations, taking note of their position and orientation. The Snoring Dragon constellation was almost directly overhead, its faintly twinkling constituent parts bathing him in a soft, ghostly white light. He smiled and sat staring upwards, silently thanking Princess Luna for such a wonderful gift of beauty every night.