DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
It was likely one last round of accumulating any additional supplies to store within the mountains, before an upcoming season of isolation. He had some notions of ceasing the restlessness, and at least they wouldn’t be so wholly confined by LongNight standards, but before then had been gathering, wandering through markets, hunting and fishing along jungle edges or lush oceans, instilling a fine amount to catch, and then freeze for the citizens of Halo. The bazaar square had been bustling, throngs upon throngs of people, of individuals, of wares, but he hadn’t been deterred by them, casting his size through the crowd, dispersing them by means of sheer presence.
Until, of course, there was another individual at his side, somehow sneaking and sidling his way towards the Sword.
The announcement and greeting caused a turn of his head, the arch of his brow. Nate being there wasn’t wholly unexpected, given prior, related circumstances with the Flood, and the slightest inclination of curiosity coiled and curled through him at the mention of Halo. The General didn’t grin, but managed an impassive tilt to his head, the reticence beginning to flicker away for the more meticulous contemplations of inquiry, as they wandered through the maze of inhabitants. “Nate,” his own blunt way of greeting, a rumble in his chest, proceeding onward. “What brought you through Halo?” Thereafter though, since he’d been an intended target, the machinations coiled back to assurances. “I trust Sunjata told you of my offer?” What little aid he could provide – with everything else seemingly beginning to press in.
Until, of course, there was another individual at his side, somehow sneaking and sidling his way towards the Sword.
The announcement and greeting caused a turn of his head, the arch of his brow. Nate being there wasn’t wholly unexpected, given prior, related circumstances with the Flood, and the slightest inclination of curiosity coiled and curled through him at the mention of Halo. The General didn’t grin, but managed an impassive tilt to his head, the reticence beginning to flicker away for the more meticulous contemplations of inquiry, as they wandered through the maze of inhabitants. “Nate,” his own blunt way of greeting, a rumble in his chest, proceeding onward. “What brought you through Halo?” Thereafter though, since he’d been an intended target, the machinations coiled back to assurances. “I trust Sunjata told you of my offer?” What little aid he could provide – with everything else seemingly beginning to press in.
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
