MILO
the hope and the hurt has lived inside of me
but there's gold in the dirt
but there's gold in the dirt
“What else were ya told?” He asks, passing by the benches toward the center. “I dunno ‘nythin’ ‘bout the Ascended, really.” He lived with one now, sure, but there was something else that lingered in his mind, that he doesn’t know whether or not to trust them. Sam had been nice and kind, Nate was someone he tried to avoid if only for the connection to the Arbiter. The rest of it, though? He’s at a loss.
He follows her points as he tries to look for anything of importance, head tilting as he focuses on the weirdness of it all. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck and disappears beneath his shirt by the time he looks back at her. “Maybe it’sa place fer offerin’s?” He suggests, reaching out to touch the basin along the sharp edges carefully.
Nothing happens and he furrows his brow, leaning over the bowl to look into it. “I don’t see ‘nythin’.” He rumbles, tilting his head to look back at Melita with a raised brow.
He follows her points as he tries to look for anything of importance, head tilting as he focuses on the weirdness of it all. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck and disappears beneath his shirt by the time he looks back at her. “Maybe it’sa place fer offerin’s?” He suggests, reaching out to touch the basin along the sharp edges carefully.
Nothing happens and he furrows his brow, leaning over the bowl to look into it. “I don’t see ‘nythin’.” He rumbles, tilting his head to look back at Melita with a raised brow.
i never took the time to see
but i knew of its worth
but i knew of its worth
