*Alone in the night, in the dark places of England without the constant light of London that Regulus had grown up with, one little lantern to light the way can seem like the brightest thing in the world. As the cloaked figures move in to it's circle however, Regulus feels like for all intents and purposes that his lamp has been extinguished. Light still falls on the sparse ground, but it seems as dark as midnight even so.

As always, there is a brief stutter of panic in his chest as he worries that he's forgotten how to speak to the creatures towering around him, blocking the shape of his family's home from view. Soon enough it comes to him, though, and his memories come with hasty sloppiness to make up for that dangerous pause of stage fright.

"You heard-" "-me-" "-calling..."*