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Libbs looked to the earth and Neron followed her gaze, the Launceleyn tilting his head to watch as she plucked a piece of flint from the mud. Whilst you wouldn’t ordinarily catch him rooting around in the dirt for anything, he couldn’t deny that she was right. ”A lighter?” he echoed, finding the term unusual. ”For a flint box, you mean?” Really he ought to be used to it by now, the strange customs and odd places people were dropped from, but some things still surprised him.
As Libbs continued Neron got the further impression that she was fresh off the boat in the Hollowed Grounds, as they say, and he listened to her ramble on with a polite nod here and there to show he was listening. ”No, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. And yes, the people who speak of Halo speak true. It is very cold, even now in LongHeat. But it is beautiful, too.”
Glancing back to the flint she had dug up, he raised an eyebrow. ”So are you digging for anything specific?”
As Libbs continued Neron got the further impression that she was fresh off the boat in the Hollowed Grounds, as they say, and he listened to her ramble on with a polite nod here and there to show he was listening. ”No, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. And yes, the people who speak of Halo speak true. It is very cold, even now in LongHeat. But it is beautiful, too.”
Glancing back to the flint she had dug up, he raised an eyebrow. ”So are you digging for anything specific?”
lay your hand on me, one last time
