gravity don't mean that much to me
“Sure is.” Milo replies easily, keeping that grin along his face. It had distracted him, had also one up to offer shelter a small amount, a small win during monsoon season at least. Still his question is aired and Sam answers easily, Milo stepping up a bit on his tiptoes right peer around Sam to spot the fireplace in question. When Sam turns his attention back to Milo, the smuggler keeps that grin on his face. “Aye, thanks.” He begins, already moving to step over toward the fireplace.
He tries to drip as little as possible, moving to put a log in and some of the tinder, pulling out a bit of the flint out to spark the fire. “Milo, by the way.” He offers half in a belated greeting once he gets a small flame to start. “Yer Ascended? That’s what the fang thing means, yeh? Can’t get close ta fire?” He asks a bit bluntly, a bit more forward. He’s never met an Ascended before, but he’s heard the stories of them since before the portals opened. He keeps his eyes on the fire, pausing to blow a bit into the flame to spark it a bit more to catch.
He tries to drip as little as possible, moving to put a log in and some of the tinder, pulling out a bit of the flint out to spark the fire. “Milo, by the way.” He offers half in a belated greeting once he gets a small flame to start. “Yer Ascended? That’s what the fang thing means, yeh? Can’t get close ta fire?” He asks a bit bluntly, a bit more forward. He’s never met an Ascended before, but he’s heard the stories of them since before the portals opened. He keeps his eyes on the fire, pausing to blow a bit into the flame to spark it a bit more to catch.
now i'm floating near the atmosphere
no shackles on my feet
MILO
