I carried my own ashes to the mountains
“We will see,” was the only response he’d garner towards any Sunjata and sex-Frey affiliated shindig; hopeful, perhaps, that it wasn’t going to be what their imaginations were conjuring. He shrugged thereafter, tugging at pieces of twig, branches, and bramble, content to watch them flicker apart at his strength while Evie mulled over things in silence.
The Sword, and the Reaper, would probably have been much the same in her stead. Irritated that another would be taking the helm, uncertain about the future of a world left behind, nostalgic and melancholy for things that couldn’t be again. And though he’d never done so with the Basin, dying in its keep and bones left in its departed caverns, scores of them had still embarked away from the Grounds. Striving to return it back to some civilization where people would yearn to stay would be a trial in itself.
His eyes flickered back to her, watching as she toiled along the considerations. Jaw clenching slightly, the piercing depth of his gaze gave her some space as they rounded back to the forest floor and the bits of snow clustered along boots. “He has plenty of ideas. Skyports. Farming. Transportation around the islands. Just might not have the people for it.” Where Halo had thrived under its citizens, the Ascended had left the hollowed sanctions to falter.
Then there was the map to consider, and he nodded his head as he chucked a portion of dried sticks, for future kindling, into the sled. “We can go there again, if you want.” A brief visit; perhaps in taking up Darkeye’s cry for assistance.
The Sword, and the Reaper, would probably have been much the same in her stead. Irritated that another would be taking the helm, uncertain about the future of a world left behind, nostalgic and melancholy for things that couldn’t be again. And though he’d never done so with the Basin, dying in its keep and bones left in its departed caverns, scores of them had still embarked away from the Grounds. Striving to return it back to some civilization where people would yearn to stay would be a trial in itself.
His eyes flickered back to her, watching as she toiled along the considerations. Jaw clenching slightly, the piercing depth of his gaze gave her some space as they rounded back to the forest floor and the bits of snow clustered along boots. “He has plenty of ideas. Skyports. Farming. Transportation around the islands. Just might not have the people for it.” Where Halo had thrived under its citizens, the Ascended had left the hollowed sanctions to falter.
Then there was the map to consider, and he nodded his head as he chucked a portion of dried sticks, for future kindling, into the sled. “We can go there again, if you want.” A brief visit; perhaps in taking up Darkeye’s cry for assistance.
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