Belril
Every day's a challenge
But I always seem to get through
But I always seem to get through
He almost didn't make it back to Halo, one of the last to arrive before the portal found itself completely covered in snow and rendered unusable. When he got back to the Hollowed Grounds, it might be prudent to see if there was a way to make it so the Halo portal wasn't sealed up every Deepfrost, but that was a problem for another time.
Soon after he arrived at a specific building in the Citadel, a sturdy longhouse used for an orphanage, he was almost buried in kids, most of them younger than him, all of them Abandoned. He laughed before peeling himself out of the dogpile before seeing the elderly lady that had taken care of him and all these children giving him a gentle smile from under her thin-framed glasses. He had spent a few days with the people of the orphanage, catching up on what had happened during the year he was gone...when he heard something from the preteens especially about something that was unusual to him.
Something about a tree in Halo? One unlike the others that grew around here? This curious rumor among the children caught his attention, and on one morning, he had gotten up to slip out of the place, leaving behind a note to the elder that he was going hunting for this odd tree and that he'd be back.
Now, he was wandering the town, wearing a fairly-thick jacket over his usual attire, trying to get back to being used to the cold once more. It took him sometime to get used to the heat of the Hollowed Grounds, now he's back to getting used to the cold of Halo.
He wouldn't be surprised if he found himself seriously sick because of the temperature changes in a few years time. "If I were a tree, where would I hide," Belril muttered to himself, hands in his pockets, before beginning the hunt for the strange bit of green...
Soon after he arrived at a specific building in the Citadel, a sturdy longhouse used for an orphanage, he was almost buried in kids, most of them younger than him, all of them Abandoned. He laughed before peeling himself out of the dogpile before seeing the elderly lady that had taken care of him and all these children giving him a gentle smile from under her thin-framed glasses. He had spent a few days with the people of the orphanage, catching up on what had happened during the year he was gone...when he heard something from the preteens especially about something that was unusual to him.
Something about a tree in Halo? One unlike the others that grew around here? This curious rumor among the children caught his attention, and on one morning, he had gotten up to slip out of the place, leaving behind a note to the elder that he was going hunting for this odd tree and that he'd be back.
Now, he was wandering the town, wearing a fairly-thick jacket over his usual attire, trying to get back to being used to the cold once more. It took him sometime to get used to the heat of the Hollowed Grounds, now he's back to getting used to the cold of Halo.
He wouldn't be surprised if he found himself seriously sick because of the temperature changes in a few years time. "If I were a tree, where would I hide," Belril muttered to himself, hands in his pockets, before beginning the hunt for the strange bit of green...
Each day's a balancing act
Of good and bad events
Of good and bad events
