You had big, big, big plans, you used to play gracefully with your mythical hands
Sure, an ursur seems impressive, but in terms of actual day to day usefulness, it's not high up. At least not as far as Hester is concerned, her shrug saying it all, at the expense of nearly sending her load toppling again, steps pausing as she gets balanced again.
"Mallorie it is then." Comes the bright acknowledgement, though she has to wonder at the sigh that precedes it.
At first, Hester is prepared for some kind of grand story, some wondrous telling of a world she doesn't even know how to begin imagining, though it very quickly becomes clear that's not what she's going to get. She knows a denial when she walks into it. "I didn't mean to pry." She offers quickly, while she has the chance. "You're just the first outlander I've actually spoken to." An explanation, no matter how it feels like an excuse, but at least it's better than nothing.
"That's a good way to look at it." She concedes. A very Halo way of looking at things, and she has to wonder again if there is a rhyme or reason for who gets pulled where. The next words draw Hester's eye back to Mallorie, her head cocking to the side.
"I just don't seeing the point in being..." She doesn't have a word, can't make a gesture, and so settles for a sullen sounding grumble, rolling her eyes while she does. "Halo is already dark, and cold, and hard. If I can choose to be something else, why wouldn't I?"
"Mallorie it is then." Comes the bright acknowledgement, though she has to wonder at the sigh that precedes it.
At first, Hester is prepared for some kind of grand story, some wondrous telling of a world she doesn't even know how to begin imagining, though it very quickly becomes clear that's not what she's going to get. She knows a denial when she walks into it. "I didn't mean to pry." She offers quickly, while she has the chance. "You're just the first outlander I've actually spoken to." An explanation, no matter how it feels like an excuse, but at least it's better than nothing.
"That's a good way to look at it." She concedes. A very Halo way of looking at things, and she has to wonder again if there is a rhyme or reason for who gets pulled where. The next words draw Hester's eye back to Mallorie, her head cocking to the side.
"I just don't seeing the point in being..." She doesn't have a word, can't make a gesture, and so settles for a sullen sounding grumble, rolling her eyes while she does. "Halo is already dark, and cold, and hard. If I can choose to be something else, why wouldn't I?"
Hester
