warm welcomes

neron

Her smirks and teasing might have drawn something from Neron in return a year ago, but he was no stranger to Halo, and he didn't care how much she had learned in her time in Caido. The Tundra would eat up and spit out any and every living thing left unprotected in its midst for too long. Raising an eyebrow, Neron listened carefully to her explanation of the Voice, the Hollowed Grounds, the barrier and the Ascended. "My people would not know of much outside their own history. The mountains surrounding Halo are impassable by all but the most foolhardy," he murmured.

And while he had questions, he was also creating a list of things to do in the back of his mind; ravens to send, queries to those outside Halo. As for his being here, rather in the Hollowed Grounds - Neron snorted and rolled his eyes. "Given that I have heard nothing from or about her, I have my doubts. She did nothing to aid me when I was first dropped into this place." No, there had been no Voice. But there had been someone else.

It didn't surprise him, to find that she had found a position of leadership in whatever place she'd landed; it was what the Launceleyns did, after all. It was what he had done. "Me?" he echoed, glancing all around them. "I was dropped from my townhouse and into the snowdrifts of the Tundra. I was saved by a creature of this place. We made a deal, and she appointed me the Warden of the Citadel. I have ruled this place since."

you're so cold, put your hand in mine

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