this is the reckoning
The fertile landscape was something to be admired, with fields upon fields of blinding greenery; rich and lush, and untouched by humans for likely hundreds of years. History was written in the stones, in the riverbanks, in the mounds and barrows, but no one was around to tell it, and so his mind could inquire and wonder without truth or revelations springing forth. Presumptions and wonder, eyes widening to take it all in, to breathe amongst and amidst the expanse with a lifted maw, seeking and searching for nothing in particular.
The inquiry made sense. Halo would’ve craved these nutrients just as much, and wouldn’t ever have to rely on foreign trade for simplistic, farming wares. His tone was flat and neutral, memories conspiring, gaze watching as Belial permitted the griffin to keep up with his fast-moving pace, before diving headlong for the sheer thrill of it. We tried.. Just after Kiada had died. Reckless and yearning, craving for purpose, amongst the thralls of the unknown. There was an electrical storm blocking it. We went underground for a while, but then there was a herd of unicorns… and it sounded like some fantastical, bewildering story the more he thought about it – a shrug maneuvering through hound shoulders. So we did not get much farther. Maybe time had taken it apart and down. Maybe another crew had marched in and found success.
Regardless, they were here.
The inquiry made sense. Halo would’ve craved these nutrients just as much, and wouldn’t ever have to rely on foreign trade for simplistic, farming wares. His tone was flat and neutral, memories conspiring, gaze watching as Belial permitted the griffin to keep up with his fast-moving pace, before diving headlong for the sheer thrill of it. We tried.. Just after Kiada had died. Reckless and yearning, craving for purpose, amongst the thralls of the unknown. There was an electrical storm blocking it. We went underground for a while, but then there was a herd of unicorns… and it sounded like some fantastical, bewildering story the more he thought about it – a shrug maneuvering through hound shoulders. So we did not get much farther. Maybe time had taken it apart and down. Maybe another crew had marched in and found success.
Regardless, they were here.
DEIMOS
