"Thank you," Hadama murmured, kneeling down while he removed the silver armlet with its subtle pattern of constellations from his bicep. He held on to the metal for a moment, reluctant to part with it, but after a deep breath he used the poker to carefully and gently set it in the heart of the flames.
Rising and turning back to his host, he moved to stand beside Noah near the kitchen and look down at the boxes curiously. "Mmh. Keeping two homes is... difficult," he agreed. Watching his fellow demigod for a moment to see what he pulled out, Hadama reached in to lift out several more garlands of fabric and evergreen boughs and held them in easy reach of his friend. "What are Halo's traditions at LongNight?" Every region had their own, it seemed, though few were quite as relaxed as the parties of Torchline, where even the chill of Deepfrost and the longest week of darkness could not steal all the warmth from the tropical coast.
Rising and turning back to his host, he moved to stand beside Noah near the kitchen and look down at the boxes curiously. "Mmh. Keeping two homes is... difficult," he agreed. Watching his fellow demigod for a moment to see what he pulled out, Hadama reached in to lift out several more garlands of fabric and evergreen boughs and held them in easy reach of his friend. "What are Halo's traditions at LongNight?" Every region had their own, it seemed, though few were quite as relaxed as the parties of Torchline, where even the chill of Deepfrost and the longest week of darkness could not steal all the warmth from the tropical coast.
