NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
It did indeed seem as though capturing the sun had taken Halo by storm. Neron had watched as they began to make their baskets, as they crafted their presents and told each other tales of the longer days, the great, sprawling woodlands, the winged folk and their customs. He heard too about another part of the custom; about the way Safrin ought to be placated and distracted to stave off the night time. A people who knew the perils of the cold, deep dark would not take much persuading on that front.
So Neron found himself on his way to the main square in Snowcloak, invited by those who wished to sing to Safrin, to lull her back to sleep or some similar notion. It was as he travelled that he noticed the cloaked figure, the Wraith who had made herself useful to Halo’s citizens. The Wraith who was up to a load of other stuff too, but more on that another time.
”You have made yourself a familiar face around here,” he said, addressing her directly. ”Is the land you used to rule no longer to your liking?”
So Neron found himself on his way to the main square in Snowcloak, invited by those who wished to sing to Safrin, to lull her back to sleep or some similar notion. It was as he travelled that he noticed the cloaked figure, the Wraith who had made herself useful to Halo’s citizens. The Wraith who was up to a load of other stuff too, but more on that another time.
”You have made yourself a familiar face around here,” he said, addressing her directly. ”Is the land you used to rule no longer to your liking?”
