perched in the dark

Strange, but okay. Liam wasn't one to hold a grudge, so he simply watched as the husky backed off, returning to its owner with a whine. Some dogs just didn't like some people. That was fine. It didn't have to mean anything. A nearby geyser jetted water into the sky; the droplets turned into a rainbow of their own as they fell back to the multicolored stones below. It was a beautiful day, and Liam wasn't about to let Goose ruin that. So as Iskra offered a polite query, the soldier smiled in return. "Oh, fine," he said, nonchalant and relaxed. "What about you? I think the last time I saw you was in Halo, yeah? How are you liking Torchline?" Liam I am the patron saint of lost causes