the hailstorm
They walked quietly together, through streets that were soon draped with darkness - night fell quickly in Halo, Neron had learned, and especially now that the seasons were drawing in. Nodding as Chulane explained his situation, it was a relief to hear; no longer was the Warden quite so cold and blueblooded as he had been, and he appreciated that the Citadel needed every able hand that it could get.
"What kind of errands do you do?" he asked, wondering if he might be able to tease enough out to figure a more permanent place for the newcomer in the city. The Kraai and its ruddy red glow appeared up ahead, and a soft snow was already falling. Perfect timing, really. "Me?" His smile was wry. "I am the Citadel's Warden," he said. "I keep things running, though as you can imagine, in a place like this there are definitely snags along the way." Holding the door open, he beckoned the other man inside.
"What kind of errands do you do?" he asked, wondering if he might be able to tease enough out to figure a more permanent place for the newcomer in the city. The Kraai and its ruddy red glow appeared up ahead, and a soft snow was already falling. Perfect timing, really. "Me?" His smile was wry. "I am the Citadel's Warden," he said. "I keep things running, though as you can imagine, in a place like this there are definitely snags along the way." Holding the door open, he beckoned the other man inside.
