ELENA
we had discovered
an accursed country.
an accursed country.
At first, outrage and anger smoldered at the outsider's words. So much so that she didn't answer at first, jaw muscles flexing. Her eyes snapped to the young man as he passed her. Another person trying to come in and make a mess of things? But he picked up a broom and the action relaxed her. Just a bit. Enough that she could properly focus on the person who had spoken. Enough so that recognition kicked in, even if it only came from descriptions. Wessex, the Wraith. An outsider, yes, but not freshly arrived or without having done her duty for Halo's people.
Elena's anger abated some, though her expression remained stony. "And while that'll be appreciated, why are you the one doing it?" She stepped further into the room, turning her head to get a better look at the mess and those cleaning up, her anger shifting from Wessex to those who Elena had passed coming in. The ones who had been so utterly disrespectful.
Elena's anger abated some, though her expression remained stony. "And while that'll be appreciated, why are you the one doing it?" She stepped further into the room, turning her head to get a better look at the mess and those cleaning up, her anger shifting from Wessex to those who Elena had passed coming in. The ones who had been so utterly disrespectful.
we had found
the home of the blizzard
the home of the blizzard
