Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
"Egypt?" My attention is suddenly pinned on the word, my posture straightening. "Pharaohs?" I repeat, though my tone is slightly less sure. Pharaohs weren't something associated with the modern Earth that I left, but I had no clue how the Portal worked - could it have fetched someone from somewhere in Earth's history and brought them here?
"Earth has an Egypt," I confirm, "though Pharaohs are something associated with empires that existed over two-thousand years ago." I explain, finding myself with more questions instead of fewer as I said this. "Is there another Outlander here? From Egypt?" I ask, before the conversation shifts.
I can't help it - I blush at her words. I know I was the one to offer the sassy comment initially, but that was about as far as my 'cockiness' went. I didn't look to where she gestured, instead diverting my gaze down to the table between us, as if considering downing my drink a bit more seriously. It wasn't alcoholic - perhaps that was the problem.
"So what brings you to Halo?" I attempt to change the subject from the one that caused colour to rise to my cheeks like a bashful kid.
"Earth has an Egypt," I confirm, "though Pharaohs are something associated with empires that existed over two-thousand years ago." I explain, finding myself with more questions instead of fewer as I said this. "Is there another Outlander here? From Egypt?" I ask, before the conversation shifts.
I can't help it - I blush at her words. I know I was the one to offer the sassy comment initially, but that was about as far as my 'cockiness' went. I didn't look to where she gestured, instead diverting my gaze down to the table between us, as if considering downing my drink a bit more seriously. It wasn't alcoholic - perhaps that was the problem.
"So what brings you to Halo?" I attempt to change the subject from the one that caused colour to rise to my cheeks like a bashful kid.
CHULANE
