She grins. ”Well that is very thoughtful of you, to die wiry such comedic flare,” she says, chuckling as he strikes a pose and walks a little like a deranged chicken. She has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to be, but that doesn’t really matter. It is indeed funny. ”I’d be happy to bring you to Halo and leave you in the snow like that.”
Her next question really has nothing to do with him being a pirate. Whether he is or isn’t doesn’t really matter to her; she’s not the kind to judge. Really she just wants to know what else is out there. It’s such a strange and novel concept to her, this idea that there might be more. More than Halo, more than Caido. She’d always known there was more than Halo, but it wasn’t open to her. But more than Halo? How strange, how magnificent, how impossible. And she is a girl drawn to the impossible.
His answer doesn’t give her much. Some islands, that may or may not belong to Caido. She knows there are other worlds, of course, given that many of the Outlanders have told her of them. And though she has no plans to leave Caido, to leave Halo, she wonders if it is possible. His answer does not help her find out.
She lets the conversation move on, grinning as he picks up her meaning. Not a promise, but certainly a tease. ”It is not generally an option to live a clothing free existence in Halo,” she says casually, the way one might tell you the weather. ”Though I agree, I am not one for a prison.” You could see the truth of that statement written all over her, the deep rooted wildness of her as if the world was not quite enough for her.
”It was one of the first places I found in Halo,” she says with a grin. She’d actually quite liked Raza, and no, she doesn’t make a habit of bringing her own booze to bars. She usually makes a habit of drinking as the locals drink. Raza had given her a sweet but tantalizing thing the last time, and she admits, she would not find another.
Her next question really has nothing to do with him being a pirate. Whether he is or isn’t doesn’t really matter to her; she’s not the kind to judge. Really she just wants to know what else is out there. It’s such a strange and novel concept to her, this idea that there might be more. More than Halo, more than Caido. She’d always known there was more than Halo, but it wasn’t open to her. But more than Halo? How strange, how magnificent, how impossible. And she is a girl drawn to the impossible.
His answer doesn’t give her much. Some islands, that may or may not belong to Caido. She knows there are other worlds, of course, given that many of the Outlanders have told her of them. And though she has no plans to leave Caido, to leave Halo, she wonders if it is possible. His answer does not help her find out.
She lets the conversation move on, grinning as he picks up her meaning. Not a promise, but certainly a tease. ”It is not generally an option to live a clothing free existence in Halo,” she says casually, the way one might tell you the weather. ”Though I agree, I am not one for a prison.” You could see the truth of that statement written all over her, the deep rooted wildness of her as if the world was not quite enough for her.
”It was one of the first places I found in Halo,” she says with a grin. She’d actually quite liked Raza, and no, she doesn’t make a habit of bringing her own booze to bars. She usually makes a habit of drinking as the locals drink. Raza had given her a sweet but tantalizing thing the last time, and she admits, she would not find another.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
