there's an ocean in my body
there's a river in my soul
"Then I think I'll definitely refrain. The sun in the Hollowed Grounds is more than enough for me." Even with the grey damp of the Hollowed Grounds, the mildness of the weather most of the time, the sun still had the power to burn away at his skin if he stepped into it. He had noticed recently his tolerance for the light seemed to have increased, but he still would not brave it.
Weaver stated there was not another habitable place in Halo, which Sam did not want to question...after all, she was a native and surely knew better. Still though, he distinctly recalled Amun telling him about an attack in a village up in the mountains. "Is there not the village? Ah...Whitebrim? Too?" He asked, unaware of any tensions that might have existed between this place and the Citadel.
As she spoke Sam picked up a stone and began to scratch little marks in the cobbles beneath him, his hands aching for something to do - an old nervous habit. "I imagine it must be. What a shame we have all been separated for so long. It is a good thing we have the portals now, hm?" Weaver would likely not realised how much of a loaded question Sam had asked; he wanted confirmation from someone that had used them that the portals had been good. It was further proof for his arguments in favour of The Voice.
Her offer brought from him a bright smile. "Oh! When it is less bright, I would love to. Could I bring my partner? He came with me last time, too. His name is Nate."
Weaver stated there was not another habitable place in Halo, which Sam did not want to question...after all, she was a native and surely knew better. Still though, he distinctly recalled Amun telling him about an attack in a village up in the mountains. "Is there not the village? Ah...Whitebrim? Too?" He asked, unaware of any tensions that might have existed between this place and the Citadel.
As she spoke Sam picked up a stone and began to scratch little marks in the cobbles beneath him, his hands aching for something to do - an old nervous habit. "I imagine it must be. What a shame we have all been separated for so long. It is a good thing we have the portals now, hm?" Weaver would likely not realised how much of a loaded question Sam had asked; he wanted confirmation from someone that had used them that the portals had been good. It was further proof for his arguments in favour of The Voice.
Her offer brought from him a bright smile. "Oh! When it is less bright, I would love to. Could I bring my partner? He came with me last time, too. His name is Nate."
if I see a sign in the sky tonight
No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light
SAMuEL
