Every word could make or break you, make 'em celebrate or hate you
It's still cold in Halo, no matter how the seasons change. When the sun sets, the temperature drops, same as it always does, same as it always will. Though they haven't quite gotten to that point yet, Hester is still scrambling, trying to decide where to go for the evening. Her parents wanted her home hours ago, some task needing an extra pair of hands, and maybe that's why Hester finds herself pointing towards the Kraai instead, despite not having her fiddle on her.
At this point, it's better to come home so late both her parents are asleep, rather than come back now and get told off.
There's a touch of daylight left, maybe half an hour, by her best estimates. More than enough time to walk languidly, follow a wandering path towards the bar. Hester lets her mind, her gaze wander, taking the time to notice things she otherwise wouldn't. The way a patch of untrodden snow sparkled in the light of the flames being lit in windows. The perfect curl of smoke, rising from a chimney. Sometimes, Hester really was thankful for where she lived, for the little beauties in the world. She wondered if they were intentional, lovingly placed there by Gods and spirits, or if they were simple random chance.
At this point, it's better to come home so late both her parents are asleep, rather than come back now and get told off.
There's a touch of daylight left, maybe half an hour, by her best estimates. More than enough time to walk languidly, follow a wandering path towards the bar. Hester lets her mind, her gaze wander, taking the time to notice things she otherwise wouldn't. The way a patch of untrodden snow sparkled in the light of the flames being lit in windows. The perfect curl of smoke, rising from a chimney. Sometimes, Hester really was thankful for where she lived, for the little beauties in the world. She wondered if they were intentional, lovingly placed there by Gods and spirits, or if they were simple random chance.
Hester
