I carried my own ashes to the mountains
His long strides persisted across the grounds, the cobblestones and pathways familiar, even if the hurried pace and restless edges weren’t. Halo survived on its steadfast and determined people, and the crowds were there, within arm’s reach at all times, presiding along the multitudes of necessary means – finding each other, carrying equipment and necessities, tending to the wounded, ensuring fires were still lit – and eventually, the damage would fade. They would work and tend and mend until it was complete, shouldering burden after burden, and he didn’t wish it on any regions. Maneuvering forward kept his thoughts away from the loss and devastation, a numbing, concealing multitudes until he was ready to process the heartache.
They reached the skyport once more, and he motioned with his jaw for her to retrieve whatever she’d sought to bring. “If they cannot, perhaps some of us Attuned can head there to aid.” It’d be quicker and easier than traversing by boat or foot – depending on the shift.
As for the inquiry, he wrinkled his nose. “Was not just the new and dangerous plants. Our hunters noticed some altered animals.”
They reached the skyport once more, and he motioned with his jaw for her to retrieve whatever she’d sought to bring. “If they cannot, perhaps some of us Attuned can head there to aid.” It’d be quicker and easier than traversing by boat or foot – depending on the shift.
As for the inquiry, he wrinkled his nose. “Was not just the new and dangerous plants. Our hunters noticed some altered animals.”
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