She recalls what Deimos told her as the boy talks, the tradition of catching the sun, of giving an offering to Safrin of gifts or song. It doesn’t really answer the question as to whether or not Safrin actually liked being sung to, but she supposes that isn’t really the point. Weaver had enjoyed it, so maybe Safrin liked music when it was good and not so much when it was bad. Weaver would be sure not to sing to the goddess, just in case that would land Weaver further on her bad side. “I do know she deals with the sun, but the sun is not our friend in Halo and so I suppose I never would think to ask her to keep it around.”
How different their lives were, even on the same continent. It didn’t feel like the same continent though. Without the portals, really, travel between Halo and The Hallowed Grounds would likely be impossible (assuming there was no bubble that had trapped them all in Halo), so perhaps in some ways it was expected that things would be different here. Not that she minds, it just takes some getting used to, now that the world has been made slightly smaller.
She listens as he tells her about himself, that he has only been here for a few seasons. That seems to be the trend that she is finding, Outlanders that haven’t really been here all that long and a collection of Naturals that knew no other place. It made sense in the timeline of it all. “What kind of art?” she asks, finding herself curious.
He also asks his own question, and she nods. “Certainly. It’s mostly snow and ice and death in Halo, but I’ll tell you what I can. Story time with Weaver. Maybe Safrin will enjoy it.” She is unwilling to sing to the goddess, but she could offer one of her followers (she assumes, anyway, though she isn’t certain) the stories of Halo and lift them to Safrin as well.
How different their lives were, even on the same continent. It didn’t feel like the same continent though. Without the portals, really, travel between Halo and The Hallowed Grounds would likely be impossible (assuming there was no bubble that had trapped them all in Halo), so perhaps in some ways it was expected that things would be different here. Not that she minds, it just takes some getting used to, now that the world has been made slightly smaller.
She listens as he tells her about himself, that he has only been here for a few seasons. That seems to be the trend that she is finding, Outlanders that haven’t really been here all that long and a collection of Naturals that knew no other place. It made sense in the timeline of it all. “What kind of art?” she asks, finding herself curious.
He also asks his own question, and she nods. “Certainly. It’s mostly snow and ice and death in Halo, but I’ll tell you what I can. Story time with Weaver. Maybe Safrin will enjoy it.” She is unwilling to sing to the goddess, but she could offer one of her followers (she assumes, anyway, though she isn’t certain) the stories of Halo and lift them to Safrin as well.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
