Mallorie
Mallorie puffs out a breath and watches it plume like a cloud in the air; she’s almost fond of the cold now, though she still holds a healthy respect for it. Keeps herself moving to spare herself the jagged edge of the chill.
It’s her third day doing this round as a proper employed person of Halo, and she moves with purpose, even as she pulls her cloak and furs around her. Mallorie has no intention of seeming anything other than professional. Her shield is strapped to her back, her sword at her side, and she feels…human.
It’s been an uneventful round so far. Mostly stamping her feet in the cold and eyeballing the streets to commit them to memory, and testing herself on the details she’s picked up over the last few days. So the soft thump of a body hitting the snowy ground catches her attention, turns her head sharply in the direction of what looks like an explosion of soft cloud.
Mallore tromps her way over, frown in place. Is relieved when she finds that the body on the ground is alive and aggrieved. God knows she doesn’t need a murder the first week on the job.
“You alright there?” She asks, extending a hand. “Want help strapping this back up?”
It’s her third day doing this round as a proper employed person of Halo, and she moves with purpose, even as she pulls her cloak and furs around her. Mallorie has no intention of seeming anything other than professional. Her shield is strapped to her back, her sword at her side, and she feels…human.
It’s been an uneventful round so far. Mostly stamping her feet in the cold and eyeballing the streets to commit them to memory, and testing herself on the details she’s picked up over the last few days. So the soft thump of a body hitting the snowy ground catches her attention, turns her head sharply in the direction of what looks like an explosion of soft cloud.
Mallore tromps her way over, frown in place. Is relieved when she finds that the body on the ground is alive and aggrieved. God knows she doesn’t need a murder the first week on the job.
“You alright there?” She asks, extending a hand. “Want help strapping this back up?”
Knowledge came and devastated
