neron
"A Warden," Neron concluded, rather enjoying this game of verbal kiss-chase he'd unintentionally ended up in with Libbs. Alas, as she asked outright what his role actually entailed, the game had to come to an end. He had enjoyed himself, though. "I rule the Citadel," he told her, his tone mild and pleasant as if it was something that might be discussed every day. "I was invited here by Queen Rexanna, given that the people of the Hollowed Grounds have been given the opportunity to visit Halo."
Their conversation was interrupted, inevitably, by some drama or another at the farms, and the Warden tilted his head as if to try to hear a little better what was going on. The sight of the family gathered around something was another issue entirely, and his eyebrows drew together in a frown. "I have no idea," he confessed, though based upon their trajectory they would find out soon enough. "Looks like something bad has happened though."
Their conversation was interrupted, inevitably, by some drama or another at the farms, and the Warden tilted his head as if to try to hear a little better what was going on. The sight of the family gathered around something was another issue entirely, and his eyebrows drew together in a frown. "I have no idea," he confessed, though based upon their trajectory they would find out soon enough. "Looks like something bad has happened though."
lay your hand on me, one last time
