The world around Sah begins to sigh and shiver with a warmth unknown to Halo. Streaks of light splay through a sky suddenly painted in lilacs and rose, as the buildings and hustle and bustle of the citadel grow still and strong until all that is left are the trunks of towering white aspens that stretch towards the clouds. Silence descends save for the sound of birdsong.
Seated where the shrine had been is a man of an indiscernible age. Though his eyes are old and though there are many laugh lines around his mouth, still he looks incredibly boyish with his tangle of dark curls. "Hello Sah." Mort says as he reaches for the moose skull. Placing it onto his lap he runs his fingers over the engravings as a small smile slips across his lips. "I do so love the things Rae makes." He muses. "And even moreso knowing that it's Vi's breath that carries them through their life until they finally come to rest with me." In the distance, a massive bull moose walks through the fingers of sunlight. It turns to look briefly at the two men, before continuing on to some unseen glade.
"Just like this moose, your soul shall remain here. With me." Setting down the skull, Mort folds his hands into his lap and turns a soft brown gaze towards Sah. "What the Voice did in bringing the Outlanders here..." Mort's smile faulters slightly, though the shine in his eyes never dulls. "It is why one must be so careful when creating life." He adds, before answering Sah's questions in a more concrete way. "Whatever world you came from I have no access to nor knowledge of. Your soul shall remain with all the souls created here in Caido."
Seated where the shrine had been is a man of an indiscernible age. Though his eyes are old and though there are many laugh lines around his mouth, still he looks incredibly boyish with his tangle of dark curls. "Hello Sah." Mort says as he reaches for the moose skull. Placing it onto his lap he runs his fingers over the engravings as a small smile slips across his lips. "I do so love the things Rae makes." He muses. "And even moreso knowing that it's Vi's breath that carries them through their life until they finally come to rest with me." In the distance, a massive bull moose walks through the fingers of sunlight. It turns to look briefly at the two men, before continuing on to some unseen glade.
"Just like this moose, your soul shall remain here. With me." Setting down the skull, Mort folds his hands into his lap and turns a soft brown gaze towards Sah. "What the Voice did in bringing the Outlanders here..." Mort's smile faulters slightly, though the shine in his eyes never dulls. "It is why one must be so careful when creating life." He adds, before answering Sah's questions in a more concrete way. "Whatever world you came from I have no access to nor knowledge of. Your soul shall remain with all the souls created here in Caido."
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