[say]Quite a bit[/say], he snorted, reaching and rambling out of its depths as quickly as he’d faltered and fallen into it. To watch it transpire, twist and turn back into its shells of pretenses and trickery caused a series of bemused moments to unfurl from his memory; less guarded, more space for the wakes without agony. [say]I have seen this before – there was a walking beast made of it.[/say] And proportions in Halo itself; but he refused to let those peaceful, harmonic memories become deluded by the aftermath of more hostile occasions.
Thereafter, he shook some more, permitting the memory snow curling into his fur and hide to piece and break off, either towards Cordelia again or back into the midst of its enchanted brethren. [say]Thought I saw more snow moss over here,[/say] and he bounded, away from one of the drifts, presuming it’d be another hazard, towards some flora nestled against a tree. Might as well take what they could snag when the opportunity struck.
Thereafter, he shook some more, permitting the memory snow curling into his fur and hide to piece and break off, either towards Cordelia again or back into the midst of its enchanted brethren. [say]Thought I saw more snow moss over here,[/say] and he bounded, away from one of the drifts, presuming it’d be another hazard, towards some flora nestled against a tree. Might as well take what they could snag when the opportunity struck.
