Torchline. A lot of people seemed to be from there, in his humble experience. He’d only been there a handful of times, and most often as an infant, fallen asleep while his father won in a battle tournament or passing by a Frey shrine and aging himself up to where he stood now. None of them were regretful aspects; just something in the back of his mind, rainbow hot springs and the seemingly endless sea.
He still eyed her warily, those first impressions wearing, as she granted him a smile – giving her a small one in return. “Cool. I’ve only been there a couple times. What’s your favorite place?” A question he asked many; in hopes he’d be able to explore there too. Picking at another piece of the cheese bread, its warmth made pulling it apart an amusing venture, and he giggled as the portions threatened not to separate at all.
At her own inquiry though, his grin became far more proud. “I’m from Halo!” Of the cold and harsh valleys and everything else mixed within. The other question gave him pause, however, sweeping his gaze away from foods, because he knew that wasn’t what this place was supposed to be about. It might have been a lure for him, but not everyone else. His family had made lanterns too – hung them in the off-seasons so there were places of honor around the house, grabbed and took them here in hopes of seeing those loved ones again. Individuals he’d never met. People he probably never would. But they represented something to someone; legacies and heartaches and melancholies, chiseled right into his own heritage. But he, much like Fern, didn’t have those wounds to bear or angst-riddled moments to spare. “No. I was too young, but that’s what I heard too. My dad got to see his friend once.”
He still eyed her warily, those first impressions wearing, as she granted him a smile – giving her a small one in return. “Cool. I’ve only been there a couple times. What’s your favorite place?” A question he asked many; in hopes he’d be able to explore there too. Picking at another piece of the cheese bread, its warmth made pulling it apart an amusing venture, and he giggled as the portions threatened not to separate at all.
At her own inquiry though, his grin became far more proud. “I’m from Halo!” Of the cold and harsh valleys and everything else mixed within. The other question gave him pause, however, sweeping his gaze away from foods, because he knew that wasn’t what this place was supposed to be about. It might have been a lure for him, but not everyone else. His family had made lanterns too – hung them in the off-seasons so there were places of honor around the house, grabbed and took them here in hopes of seeing those loved ones again. Individuals he’d never met. People he probably never would. But they represented something to someone; legacies and heartaches and melancholies, chiseled right into his own heritage. But he, much like Fern, didn’t have those wounds to bear or angst-riddled moments to spare. “No. I was too young, but that’s what I heard too. My dad got to see his friend once.”
erebos
and then we dream so much
