i feel smal, but so are stars from a distance
"Mmm, like trudging through a frozen wasteland?" You supply, as if oblivious to whatever else should be taken in moderation. "It absolutely is. Like, right now we're in a frozen wasteland, but just ahead and through that tunnel, the temperature is the opposite." You shake your head slightly. "I think Torchline is the only place I'd ever think about being, not that I'd ever actually move, of course." You add hastily. Cian having eyes and ears everywhere, you can never be too careful. "But the Grounds? Halo?" No. You just don't see the appeal.
"Me too." You agree with an emphatic nod. Tempted as you are and despite the conversation, you've had thus far, duty calls. And when it does, you always answer. "Those guards ahead...I don't think they'll give us any trouble. Cian said that the Warden of Halo posted them there to warn people about going in the tunnels." Your brow furrows. "Why anyone would walk all the way out here and then..mistakenly walk through a tunnel is beyond me, though." It seemed absolutely unnecessary to you—wouldn't a sign work just as well?
"Me too." You agree with an emphatic nod. Tempted as you are and despite the conversation, you've had thus far, duty calls. And when it does, you always answer. "Those guards ahead...I don't think they'll give us any trouble. Cian said that the Warden of Halo posted them there to warn people about going in the tunnels." Your brow furrows. "Why anyone would walk all the way out here and then..mistakenly walk through a tunnel is beyond me, though." It seemed absolutely unnecessary to you—wouldn't a sign work just as well?
