I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He nearly loosened an audible sigh as someone came close to him – he’d half-expected it, given how many curious heads and nosey eyes had glanced his way on the other occasions he’d traversed here. Given who he was and his Abandoned blood, perhaps it was simply a matter of time before another meandered near; more the bolder frameworks of individuals, and as he turned away from a spine labeled with ‘Known Draig Creatures’, his head tilted towards the slighter man nearby.
The Sword didn’t recognize him, but it could’ve been years since the interim of Thorn within Halo. Instead, features resembling family members retained some images in his mind, but with no name to herald, he simply settled for arching his brow at the question. “Here,” he ascertained with a slight nod, wondering if there was a catch he was going to volley back and forth. “Are you looking for something?”
The Sword didn’t recognize him, but it could’ve been years since the interim of Thorn within Halo. Instead, features resembling family members retained some images in his mind, but with no name to herald, he simply settled for arching his brow at the question. “Here,” he ascertained with a slight nod, wondering if there was a catch he was going to volley back and forth. “Are you looking for something?”
DEIMOS
