And when that sky rains fire on you
And you're persona non grata
And you're persona non grata
Ember continued to bounce and play as its bonded stared at Nova, bemused. She'd already said that the First Flame had burned for generations, and yet that was not enough reason for the young woman to think it spectacular? "It is a symbol," she explained, attempting to remain patient. "Of how Halovians have overcome the elements to survive, and even thrive, in the tundra. It is a representation of endurance against the cold and the promise that Halo will not fall to its frigid environment."
At a sharp whistle from the Keeper, Ember reluctantly began to return to its bonded's side, though she continued to play with any lingering ribbons offered by Nova. "At present, Halovians - and the occasional outsider - seek out the First Flame to receive its blessing before hunts or long journeys and to offer thanks for a safe return." As for whether it was pretty, Nina cocked her head to one side. "I believe that it is beautiful."
And then she gestured towards the path back to the Citadel, where she could show Nova and the girl could see for herself.
At a sharp whistle from the Keeper, Ember reluctantly began to return to its bonded's side, though she continued to play with any lingering ribbons offered by Nova. "At present, Halovians - and the occasional outsider - seek out the First Flame to receive its blessing before hunts or long journeys and to offer thanks for a safe return." As for whether it was pretty, Nina cocked her head to one side. "I believe that it is beautiful."
And then she gestured towards the path back to the Citadel, where she could show Nova and the girl could see for herself.
I'll tell you how I've been there too
And that none of it matters
And that none of it matters
Nina
