and the only solution was to stand and fight
At least she seemed to understand the more underlying, or overt, depending on whom was asked, notions of Halo. Vast and all-encompassing, beautiful and dangerous, a luring speck of civility laden amidst a horizon destined to make or break. Sometimes that was his favorite part – the way they all to dig in, steadfast and determined amongst a world content with ensuring no one survived. They’d carved their way into the landscape, bit by bit, nudge by nudge, until they’d found methods to truly live. At her descriptions, he grinned, nodding along – even if he’d been born beside the ocean though, he found he could thrive in either climate – but the snow, ice, and rime always called him home.
Zuriel rolled her eyes again, but Deimos didn’t. “The memory snow does encompass some intriguing imaginations. We once had some wander in as dinosaurs.” As for Erebos, he permitted a further grin. “He will be two in Deepfrost, so not all of that yet. But a good many snowball fights and sledding parties. Only minor dismantling of others’ snowmen.” He didn’t mention the boys’ first week of life had included attending a tournament or waylaying horrendous meetings. There were better things than the latter.
Zuriel rolled her eyes again, but Deimos didn’t. “The memory snow does encompass some intriguing imaginations. We once had some wander in as dinosaurs.” As for Erebos, he permitted a further grin. “He will be two in Deepfrost, so not all of that yet. But a good many snowball fights and sledding parties. Only minor dismantling of others’ snowmen.” He didn’t mention the boys’ first week of life had included attending a tournament or waylaying horrendous meetings. There were better things than the latter.
DEIMOS
