Seth Silva wandered along the ledge, the dark and wet leaves he trod on protecting his shoes from the mud beneath them. A bent length of wood jutted out from a rock in the side, and he stumbled trying to step over it without falling off. He looked to the cliff above him, and down to the stream below. The water ran rapidly, but was not deep enough to conceal the rocks dotted about. It wasn't too far a fall, but he wouldn't want to experience it. He tuned in to the sounds around him, the wind whipping past him suddenly. That was when he picked up something. Paper? Someone was turning a book's pages on the cliff. It was strange, he knew he had heightened senses back as a Ranger, but nothing like this. Maybe those aliens had actually given him an edge above the competition. He looked up, but was at an angle to the cliff where he couldn't see anything on it. He looked back down to the water, noticing that his previously grey eyes were shining a little more, almost a silver colour now. If the aliens had done this, it wouldn't exactly help with blending in, burt it was pretty cool. What was he even out here for anyway? That hyperactive brain again, going completely off and forgetting what was even important. He reached into his backpack, and pulled out a book of his own. He flipped through the pages, somehow managing to stop exactly on the information he was looking for. He skimmed through the paragraphs quickly. "Well, all of these conflicting ideas about the Blood Moon are certainly fun. But I'm pretty sure this is just some space stuff." He spoke under his breath. Although, that made him wonder why the night of the Blood Moon was also the time it was all about to go down. He put the book back in his backpack, and continued on along the ledge.