The funeral was over and the rebuilding had begun. Time was beginning to move again - for some, at least - but the sheer scale of what had changed was still sinking in. Never an extroverted young man, Tal had withdrawn further since the fight for the gates; efficient, getting the work done that needed doing, but speaking little and even then only to a few.
The brisk Leafchange morning after the funeral, with its dusting of fresh snow, found him in front of the ruined Gates. He had the small sled out today, and a four-dog team to pull it, and he'd let the guardsman know that he was heading out to do some hunting.
Not a usual past-time for the courier, but one he'd done more of since hanging around with Delia and Sah. And with all the aftermath of War to consider, the basic necessities of life in Halo didn't stop: they would still need meat for the winter. It needed doing, that was all, and the numb, quiet young man went about getting it done with the same distant, methodical efficiency that he'd used to prepare the funeral pyre.
Noah
The brisk Leafchange morning after the funeral, with its dusting of fresh snow, found him in front of the ruined Gates. He had the small sled out today, and a four-dog team to pull it, and he'd let the guardsman know that he was heading out to do some hunting.
Not a usual past-time for the courier, but one he'd done more of since hanging around with Delia and Sah. And with all the aftermath of War to consider, the basic necessities of life in Halo didn't stop: they would still need meat for the winter. It needed doing, that was all, and the numb, quiet young man went about getting it done with the same distant, methodical efficiency that he'd used to prepare the funeral pyre.
Noah
