She doesn’t find it weird that their lackluster feelings toward the sun are foreign to him. After all, he’s lived with a vastly different experience than she has. It’s strange to her that they love it as much as they do, though she understands why. LongNight isn’t nearly as bad in Halo, according to the rumors she’s heard. They lack the deadly monsters (though they have them daily, really) of the Grounds, and they are used to the dark. They are used to keeping fires alive to light their way and keep them warm. They are used to being stuck inside for long stretches at a time when snow or temperatures keep them from going outside.
She laughs slightly as he tells her she’s a good story teller. ”Thanks, I’m sure my mother would be pleased. She used to tell me the story, and she was a much better storyteller than me. I just mimic what I remember.” Then he suggests inviting her to the Artists Guild, and she shakes her head slightly in a polite no. ”Thanks for the offer, though I don’t think I’m cut out for that. Glad to hear there’s a group though. Someone ought to make life a little prettier.” It just wouldn’t be her. She’d make it messy and wild and fun.
”A story for a song, it seems fair,” she says, though it’s clear she’s still interested in the offer. Less for what he can make and simply that he can make things. Creation magic always interested her, and so she adds, ”But I love surprises. Trinkets, silly little things, knives.” There was almost a theme there, except the knives, but they were vastly important. ”Surprise me?”
She laughs slightly as he tells her she’s a good story teller. ”Thanks, I’m sure my mother would be pleased. She used to tell me the story, and she was a much better storyteller than me. I just mimic what I remember.” Then he suggests inviting her to the Artists Guild, and she shakes her head slightly in a polite no. ”Thanks for the offer, though I don’t think I’m cut out for that. Glad to hear there’s a group though. Someone ought to make life a little prettier.” It just wouldn’t be her. She’d make it messy and wild and fun.
”A story for a song, it seems fair,” she says, though it’s clear she’s still interested in the offer. Less for what he can make and simply that he can make things. Creation magic always interested her, and so she adds, ”But I love surprises. Trinkets, silly little things, knives.” There was almost a theme there, except the knives, but they were vastly important. ”Surprise me?”
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