I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Last Step was nearly as familiar as the outcropping of snow, and both amused him. The latter was so commonplace, given where he lived, that it neither bothered nor plagued, and the former, with its broad stonework before nothing at all, pervaded in enough enigmas to keep him curious.
But staring upon the ancient stairs wasn’t why he was there – opting to come to Alys instead of her having to constantly wander Halo in search of him. There were other options, but he kept those to himself, and instead, carved out portions of his schedule to accommodate, and sculpt an area for them to work within.
By the time the fellow Abandoned would arrive, she’d find him content with removing and piling a few layers of snow away, making a little arena where she wouldn’t have to compete with too much of the powder; for waging their way through it would be tiring enough, and not the aim of today’s session.
But staring upon the ancient stairs wasn’t why he was there – opting to come to Alys instead of her having to constantly wander Halo in search of him. There were other options, but he kept those to himself, and instead, carved out portions of his schedule to accommodate, and sculpt an area for them to work within.
By the time the fellow Abandoned would arrive, she’d find him content with removing and piling a few layers of snow away, making a little arena where she wouldn’t have to compete with too much of the powder; for waging their way through it would be tiring enough, and not the aim of today’s session.
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