I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The forest stuck out in its enigmatic nature against the rest of Halo’s landscape; leaving him naturally inclined to want to inspect it. Habitually curious through all the faults and flaws, and always with some purpose in mind, the Sword had dragged his companions, sled, and Evie out into the midst of its metallic bark and dark eaves, figuring they could snag some fallen logs and bring them back to the Citadel – place the wood amidst the stored portions for the rest of the inhabitants.
Narrowing his eyes at the treeline again, he shrugged his shoulders, watching as Zuriel picked at a few frosty blades of grass, as Belial poked at something hidden down a hole, before his eyes pinpointed solely on Evie. “Would you like to hear the latest news?” A wrinkle of his nose, a boyish gleam in his piercing gaze, they flickered away and back onto a nearby, broken trunk, rolling a portion of its existence onto its side for further perusal and study.
Narrowing his eyes at the treeline again, he shrugged his shoulders, watching as Zuriel picked at a few frosty blades of grass, as Belial poked at something hidden down a hole, before his eyes pinpointed solely on Evie. “Would you like to hear the latest news?” A wrinkle of his nose, a boyish gleam in his piercing gaze, they flickered away and back onto a nearby, broken trunk, rolling a portion of its existence onto its side for further perusal and study.
DEIMOS
