set it to your woes
"I do have a question for you." The Olson man shifted his body some to straighten and better look upon the herald, to take in the wonder and beauty displayed with such serenity. "It is about the Sparkbird, in the Holloweed Grounds." He lifted a brow, the back of his mind ticking with the possibilities of what Frey might think of a Halovian asking about the Grounds. "I spoke with Wessex, and she informed me that the bird had been trapped there. I don't think it is able to find where it really belongs, though." Noah shifted again, a slight nervousness settling over him.
"I have always respected the fauna of Caido." In Halo, they relied on the bounty that Rae chose for them, pelt and fur sustaining their lives. He respected that. He always worked to do what was right for both his people and the animals -- harvesting only what was necessary and taking out threats only as the last resort. "But I am not advanced enough on my own to help this bird. I was wondering if you could tell me where it came from, and how I might help it find its way there?"
it's not enough to drag this blade across the day