That seemed to be the usual response and reaction to Halo – nothing but snow, ice, and the chill. Halovians knew far more, and perhaps it was better kept a secret, indifferent to the rest of the worlds’ feelings on the matter, while they could rejoice and enjoy what else remained amidst their wintry footholds. He snorted regardless, head going upwards as they passed by the warm plumes of Safrin’s Mirror, the Infirmary, and the overhanging towers of the Palace; a light tour on the forefront of the Citadel’s wares.
The inquiry was enough to grant momentary side-eye and a low bark of amusement, before maneuvering onward, long strides eating up portions of the powder and ice as if they were nothing. Essentially. And the Wilds as well. All depends on what you are willing to deal with.
The inquiry was enough to grant momentary side-eye and a low bark of amusement, before maneuvering onward, long strides eating up portions of the powder and ice as if they were nothing. Essentially. And the Wilds as well. All depends on what you are willing to deal with.
Deimos
we're all killers
