I will be your lighthouse
A set of teeth flashed from the brush and grabbed the flung duck. The snout retreated, duck in tow, and the shrubbery set to squeaking every so often.
He arched a 'brow at her self assuredness. She'd always been brave and confident, but to dismiss the potential threats so easily? "You act like you've already vanquished such beasts? Or perhaps you're just invincible as a demi-god?" Immortal, was the better word, but his point remained the same. Was she?
He laughed, shaking his head faintly at her as he put the dishes and eggs back inside the tent. He called out the flap at her, still chuckling through the words. "You know, I've been able to solve most my problems with relative peace all these years." Not an attempt to sway her, per say, but he had always bristled against his family's penchant for bloodshed. They would have been thrilled to have her as a daughter instead. The thought slowed him, a deep sadness clanging against his insides where the warmth of their memory should have been instead. As brilliant of fighters as they were, they'd both still died. He glanced over at Mel, wondering how many unnecessary risks she took for the sake of shooting her problems. Then again, his parents hadn't been demi-gods, and the troubles he was facing? Nothing like what she likely faced, definitely no sea monsters.
He popped back out of the tent, rubbings his hands together as some crumbs stuck to them. "Halo has a lot of defenses. The wild life mostly leaves us alone unless we're in the outer edges. He frowned a bit. "Well, they did at least. The void-touched ones are more... aggressive." It was that way everywhere he'd heard.
Truth be told, he couldn't really stay a pacifist. Part of him knew that. The idea of harming or hurting others though, of adding to any lack of joy in this world that was already greedy about stealing it? It rankled through him, and so he'd only ever been able to put his axe to the woods.
He arched a 'brow at her self assuredness. She'd always been brave and confident, but to dismiss the potential threats so easily? "You act like you've already vanquished such beasts? Or perhaps you're just invincible as a demi-god?" Immortal, was the better word, but his point remained the same. Was she?
He laughed, shaking his head faintly at her as he put the dishes and eggs back inside the tent. He called out the flap at her, still chuckling through the words. "You know, I've been able to solve most my problems with relative peace all these years." Not an attempt to sway her, per say, but he had always bristled against his family's penchant for bloodshed. They would have been thrilled to have her as a daughter instead. The thought slowed him, a deep sadness clanging against his insides where the warmth of their memory should have been instead. As brilliant of fighters as they were, they'd both still died. He glanced over at Mel, wondering how many unnecessary risks she took for the sake of shooting her problems. Then again, his parents hadn't been demi-gods, and the troubles he was facing? Nothing like what she likely faced, definitely no sea monsters.
He popped back out of the tent, rubbings his hands together as some crumbs stuck to them. "Halo has a lot of defenses. The wild life mostly leaves us alone unless we're in the outer edges. He frowned a bit. "Well, they did at least. The void-touched ones are more... aggressive." It was that way everywhere he'd heard.
Truth be told, he couldn't really stay a pacifist. Part of him knew that. The idea of harming or hurting others though, of adding to any lack of joy in this world that was already greedy about stealing it? It rankled through him, and so he'd only ever been able to put his axe to the woods.
Iskra
