It’s always a conflicting thing when the amount of challengers to the trial atop Mt. Hokulani are few in number because on one hand, it’s a lot less stress that he has to deal with. But on the other, he thinks (and overthinks) why that is, worrying that word is getting around about how his trial is too easy, uninspired, boring, and so on.
At least it gives him some free time, some of which he has taken to spending on observing the cosmos through some of the high-powered telescopes.
(Sophocles can still recall how absolutely thrilled he had been when Molayne first showed how they worked, and then even more-so when he was given permission to use them pretty much whenever.)
Heaving a particularly heavy sigh, he shakes his head as if to dismiss the gloom that threatened to steal away what bits of a good mood he still had, then fixes his gaze on the eyepiece of the telescope before him.
“The skies are so.. pretty.”
A lackluster thought if there ever was one (and one he silently scolds himself for; be more proper with your phrasing), but it’s truthfully what he thinks, finding the inky darkness that was dotted with brightly-shining stars to be absolutely beautiful as well as familiar.
..for the most part, because he soon enough sees something that he doesn’t recognize, hands moving to adjust the telescope’s settings and move it ever-so-slightly, attempting to keep the moving object within his sight, letting out a disappointed huff when it seems to escape.
–only to be startled when he feels a faint rumble, the thing he had been watching having crashed into the ground.
Judging by the sound as well as the feeling, it wouldn’t have been right next to the observatory or anything, but…
“Hey, Big Mo! You there? I think I just saw something weird!”