Deimos
Finishing on Rexanna’s lantern, he set it aside carefully, gently, before grabbing his parent’s water and fire based fixtures. All the while, he listened to Soleil’s insights, of worlds and kingdoms missed simply due to the nature of his blood. Tilting his head as he swept the rag over the fringes of dust, he strived to picture the maps Sohalia had given him; filling it all away for future use. A beautiful place with distant people, occupations keeping them closed-off; dissimilar to Halo in that they all strived to survive amidst one another. There hadn’t been a day gone by that someone hadn’t assisted a fellow citizen in some facet; and Deimos wouldn’t give up a sanction of that for a moment. Privacy might have been somewhat limited, but the Sword had always known how to prioritize seclusion.
Infrastructure could be meaningful though, pondering over portions that would likely have been rebuilt after the Ascended attack, and subsequent war efforts. He raised his head after one notion though, blinking, slightly baffled and bewildered. “Tours? Of what?” He couldn’t quite fathom what they’d guide people around for in Halo – save for an initial introduction – unless strangers required scouts and trackers to help them through the tundra.
Décor for lanterns altered the subject a little – unaware that Soleil had been amidst the many with partiality towards resurrection; second chances and more summoned through the boundaries and melancholy of Caido. “That is fair,” he acknowledged, gaze lingering on the detailed artifacts in his wake, all aligned to personal inclusions. “You can take some from the greenhouse, or I can make some for you.”
Infrastructure could be meaningful though, pondering over portions that would likely have been rebuilt after the Ascended attack, and subsequent war efforts. He raised his head after one notion though, blinking, slightly baffled and bewildered. “Tours? Of what?” He couldn’t quite fathom what they’d guide people around for in Halo – save for an initial introduction – unless strangers required scouts and trackers to help them through the tundra.
Décor for lanterns altered the subject a little – unaware that Soleil had been amidst the many with partiality towards resurrection; second chances and more summoned through the boundaries and melancholy of Caido. “That is fair,” he acknowledged, gaze lingering on the detailed artifacts in his wake, all aligned to personal inclusions. “You can take some from the greenhouse, or I can make some for you.”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
