Happiness is not an ideal of reason but of imagination
Spring had sprung, at least; the Caido version of it. With it, came prolific ningos – they were clucky, horny, territorial and hungry. But with shelter, warmth and food on offer, they happily called the farm their home – even as some of them were led to inevitable slaughter for consumption.
Nothing ever went to waste, except perhaps, their waste materials. There was only so many gardens in the residents homes in Halo that needed the fertiliser. The greenhouse would be the solution – and would bring them closer to being able to have the portal accessible.
Chulane arrived with a plethora of gifts and offerings, and his usual smile and nod in greeting to the two women in attendance. Kia’s return had restored the man, had reignited his passion for life and farming and supplying the region with all it needed to survive. Though his feelings on all this gods would be forever mixed, he could not deny that he was enthralled by the prospect of seeing one again, given the opportunity.
Placing his ningo carcasses, feather-filled quilt and basket of eggs before him, he awaited Morgan to make her request.
Nothing ever went to waste, except perhaps, their waste materials. There was only so many gardens in the residents homes in Halo that needed the fertiliser. The greenhouse would be the solution – and would bring them closer to being able to have the portal accessible.
Chulane arrived with a plethora of gifts and offerings, and his usual smile and nod in greeting to the two women in attendance. Kia’s return had restored the man, had reignited his passion for life and farming and supplying the region with all it needed to survive. Though his feelings on all this gods would be forever mixed, he could not deny that he was enthralled by the prospect of seeing one again, given the opportunity.
Placing his ningo carcasses, feather-filled quilt and basket of eggs before him, he awaited Morgan to make her request.
CHULANE
