Half a grin slid across his features as he watched and listened to Erebos stumble and bumble his way through the ice and snow. Eventually, the youth would be able to find that solidified grace that all Halovians exhibited across the elements – for now though, he seemed to prosper under that determined, stubborn set to his brow – probably from a combination of both of his parents. Catching onto that zealous energy from his son, he shook his head, amused, before handing over one of the containers. “You watch for a reflection of the sky in the water.” Could be the moon, the glow of the stars, a shooting little cosmic moment – it seemed endless with the water as a mirror, a reflection from above. He took a breath, suddenly very glad that there was so much peace, so much quiet, amidst the interim of Halo and its wake. How far they’d all come to ensure it stayed and remained.
Pointing out a portion he intended to use, he gestured towards the luminary beams along the babbling stream. “See. I can try and catch that one.” Getting closer to the edge, he extended his long reach and dipped the jar below the pieces of the moon; letting the water flow into its vessel. “What do you want to go after?”
Pointing out a portion he intended to use, he gestured towards the luminary beams along the babbling stream. “See. I can try and catch that one.” Getting closer to the edge, he extended his long reach and dipped the jar below the pieces of the moon; letting the water flow into its vessel. “What do you want to go after?”
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
