We are all stardust
Halo was cold, but Zen was finding that he didn't mind it all that much. At least, not Flowerbirth level of cold. He wasn't sure if he could handle Deepfrost in Halo. There was something charming about the snow and the bustle of people traversing it that was soothing. The region was quieter than Torchline, which was also a plus. The Demi-god pulled the hood of his coat tighter around himself as a gust of wind went by. The snow carried on it forced him to close his eyes for a moment before resuming his walk. It was still hard to believe that this was Flowerbirth weather.
Spotting an open fire pit, the Demi-god sped up. There was already a man present, but Zen paid him little mind as he stood and warmed his hands by the open flame. A silent sigh left him as he felt feeling return to his digits. Maybe he needed thicker gloves.
Spotting an open fire pit, the Demi-god sped up. There was already a man present, but Zen paid him little mind as he stood and warmed his hands by the open flame. A silent sigh left him as he felt feeling return to his digits. Maybe he needed thicker gloves.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
