Snorting but bowing his head at the remark, he rose from his crouch, handing over the containers, and then placing some of his own within his reach. “Thank you.” Gathering the rest of their things, he glanced from Belial to Zuriel, the march towards home beginning its residual rhythm. Another moment accomplished, even with the inherent danger passed – a stark reminder that Halo would always have its threats, its inborn ferocity that some cherished and some feared. He could put all of that behind them now as he grinned towards his son, wrinkling his nose as he glanced up at the sky, long strides sweeping through snow and ice. “Did I tell you about the dream one…,” beginning that sojourn in multiple stars.
[FIN]
[FIN]
deimos
Never let them drain the river of your soul
