Marcus
Turn the rich into wine as you walk on the mean
Two Olsons, both come to help at word from the Valkyrie. The young hybrid had not gone on the trek for dream cactus, but he was here now ready to help Colt with what she needed next.
Marcus had taken the bandanna without complaint, though he hadn’t expected the way it would press the air thin across his face, the charcoal muting the scent of the Suvahasi into something dull and distant. It helped, but not enough to make the place feel safe. While none of Caido was safe and Marcus grew up understanding that, this place felt too different than Halo. The unease within him made sense, as he was standing now on nearly opposute ground than he was used to.
He finished securing the last of his gear as Colt spoke, giving a short nod at her words. His gaze drifted past her shoulder, to where the desert simply stopped. "Sounds good to me." He said, watching the way sand gave way to suffocating green in a way that still felt wrong no matter how long he looked at it. Heat clung there, trapped beneath the canopy, thick and unmoving.
He adjusted the strap of his quiver. "What else have the locals said?" He wondered aloud, eyes moving back to Colt.
Marcus had taken the bandanna without complaint, though he hadn’t expected the way it would press the air thin across his face, the charcoal muting the scent of the Suvahasi into something dull and distant. It helped, but not enough to make the place feel safe. While none of Caido was safe and Marcus grew up understanding that, this place felt too different than Halo. The unease within him made sense, as he was standing now on nearly opposute ground than he was used to.
He finished securing the last of his gear as Colt spoke, giving a short nod at her words. His gaze drifted past her shoulder, to where the desert simply stopped. "Sounds good to me." He said, watching the way sand gave way to suffocating green in a way that still felt wrong no matter how long he looked at it. Heat clung there, trapped beneath the canopy, thick and unmoving.
He adjusted the strap of his quiver. "What else have the locals said?" He wondered aloud, eyes moving back to Colt.
