We are all stardust
Near the notice board, Zen found himself sitting on a bench and sipping a hot tea as the citizens of Halo went about their day. He'll be leaving in a few days, and the Demi-god is surprised to find that he'll miss the snowy region. Even in the short time that he's been here, the people have endeared themselves. They're a resilient people, persistent in their efforts and proud of their region. But they're undoubtedly kind.
Sipping his drink, Zen's eyes track a woman approaching. She moves differently than the rest. Gracefully, but against the current almost. Out of place in some ways, and it catches his attention. With narrowed eyes he studies her as she reads the notice board. Nothing specific about her stands out, and Zen doesn't recognize her at first glance. Though the angle that he's at makes deciphering her facial features a challenge.
Intrigued, he stands, coming close enough to read the board but remain out of her personal space. Taking another sip, Zen's eyes scan the board, trying to pinpoint just what has caught the woman's attention.
Sipping his drink, Zen's eyes track a woman approaching. She moves differently than the rest. Gracefully, but against the current almost. Out of place in some ways, and it catches his attention. With narrowed eyes he studies her as she reads the notice board. Nothing specific about her stands out, and Zen doesn't recognize her at first glance. Though the angle that he's at makes deciphering her facial features a challenge.
Intrigued, he stands, coming close enough to read the board but remain out of her personal space. Taking another sip, Zen's eyes scan the board, trying to pinpoint just what has caught the woman's attention.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
