I had some vague awareness that I probably came across as naïve, as foolishly optimistic, as too innocent, too happy, too unscathed by this world. The way I was raised, the life I led before being pulled here, was unique as far as I knew - others had certainly been portalled from Earth, but none that I had encountered, or heard of, from the same modern times as me.
It was difficult for me to be able to fully empathise when I had not directly experienced the same cosmic forces interrupting my life, though I did my best to be courteous, to welcome the information given, to learn from it, to do better. Everything I had learned so far indicated that I simply had a lot more to learn - my very survival might depend on it if the history of this place was anything to go on. While the gods of this realm held my interest mostly from an academic, sceptical atheist point of view, I needed to be aware that there was so much else to learn too - skills of combat notably came to mind, as well as more familiarity with this feline form.
So it was with the sweet bliss of ignorance that I was not aware of the full effect my optimism of surviving until Flowerbirth had on the hound, I merely followed him as he led me through the township, following paths walked by many, to a ground that looks much like one would imagine a personal training camp to look like - only with extra pointy things like swords and arrows. He was the General, it made sense - and I wondered at the possibility of testing myself here come Flowerbirth, when I return.
It would probably be foolish to test myself directly against him though, as I get the feeling he would squish me much like an ant beneath a boot. He seemed a competent trainer however, firm and clear in his wants, and he had generously and patiently dealt with me and my questions so far.
"I'll be sure to look you up," I confirm, letting the gratitude colour the bond, the conviction that I intended to return very clear. I was going to survive the Deepfrost, I was going to grow stronger and more capable - and I was going to return here, to meet Deimos as a man, to shake his hand and hopefully earn the title of friend from him.
"I should be getting back," my words are tinged with a hint of mourning, regret that I must depart this place. It is larger than Halo, and so the opportunities within are greater, but Halo was where I landed, it is where I will live out the Deepfrost, at least. After that?
"Let me know if there's anything you would like brought back from Halo come Flowerbirth," I offer, and had I been in human form I would be smiling a slanted, kind smile. In this form, I tilted my head in that ever-present curious gaze, seeking yet more answers from the hellhound.
It was difficult for me to be able to fully empathise when I had not directly experienced the same cosmic forces interrupting my life, though I did my best to be courteous, to welcome the information given, to learn from it, to do better. Everything I had learned so far indicated that I simply had a lot more to learn - my very survival might depend on it if the history of this place was anything to go on. While the gods of this realm held my interest mostly from an academic, sceptical atheist point of view, I needed to be aware that there was so much else to learn too - skills of combat notably came to mind, as well as more familiarity with this feline form.
So it was with the sweet bliss of ignorance that I was not aware of the full effect my optimism of surviving until Flowerbirth had on the hound, I merely followed him as he led me through the township, following paths walked by many, to a ground that looks much like one would imagine a personal training camp to look like - only with extra pointy things like swords and arrows. He was the General, it made sense - and I wondered at the possibility of testing myself here come Flowerbirth, when I return.
It would probably be foolish to test myself directly against him though, as I get the feeling he would squish me much like an ant beneath a boot. He seemed a competent trainer however, firm and clear in his wants, and he had generously and patiently dealt with me and my questions so far.
"I'll be sure to look you up," I confirm, letting the gratitude colour the bond, the conviction that I intended to return very clear. I was going to survive the Deepfrost, I was going to grow stronger and more capable - and I was going to return here, to meet Deimos as a man, to shake his hand and hopefully earn the title of friend from him.
"I should be getting back," my words are tinged with a hint of mourning, regret that I must depart this place. It is larger than Halo, and so the opportunities within are greater, but Halo was where I landed, it is where I will live out the Deepfrost, at least. After that?
"Let me know if there's anything you would like brought back from Halo come Flowerbirth," I offer, and had I been in human form I would be smiling a slanted, kind smile. In this form, I tilted my head in that ever-present curious gaze, seeking yet more answers from the hellhound.
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