marcus
I want it all give me everything that you got
Marcus nodded, a reflexive dip of his chin at the mention of his father’s name. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “Noah’s my dad.” He wasn't surprised that Nina would know him. Marcus knew that she was the current fire keeper, so he was confident that she grew up watching his father come to the flame before hunts. Confident that it was one of the places he visited when he returned to Halo from his exile. Confident he sought wisdom from her grandmother when he was Warden.
“I don’t know Safrin as well as he does,” Marcus added, honest to a fault. He followeed Frey, but he knew his father was well acquainted with Safrin as Vi's herald. "but he’s always said she notices intention more than grandeur." But he would add that she liked nice things, beautiful things too, but only if there was truly heart behind them. Noah thought the moonshrooms were like that -- beautiful, stars scattered over the tundra, and the intention would be there.
He stepped out from beneath the tree at last, boots crunching softly into the snow. With the moon so bright, the tundra stretched wide and silvered, shadows long and clean against the ice. He made sure to keep pace with Nina, shifting eyes from tundra to her, to companion, back to tundra. He wasn’t a guide by trade, but Halo was in his bones. “If we’re lucky,” he went on, a touch of warmth creeping into his voice, “we’ll see them soon."
“I don’t know Safrin as well as he does,” Marcus added, honest to a fault. He followeed Frey, but he knew his father was well acquainted with Safrin as Vi's herald. "but he’s always said she notices intention more than grandeur." But he would add that she liked nice things, beautiful things too, but only if there was truly heart behind them. Noah thought the moonshrooms were like that -- beautiful, stars scattered over the tundra, and the intention would be there.
He stepped out from beneath the tree at last, boots crunching softly into the snow. With the moon so bright, the tundra stretched wide and silvered, shadows long and clean against the ice. He made sure to keep pace with Nina, shifting eyes from tundra to her, to companion, back to tundra. He wasn’t a guide by trade, but Halo was in his bones. “If we’re lucky,” he went on, a touch of warmth creeping into his voice, “we’ll see them soon."
The full transplant bleeding with a new heart
