you can't see, we've been falling from the 5th story, hope we don't hit the surface
“It’s been over three hundred years I think.” He comments with a huff of a laugh, not at all dressed for the part and quite clearly sticking out like a sore thumb should they go to the Citadel after. He hopes they do, at the very least. They need to retrieve a book on Halo’s customs, after all, in order to compare and contrast from the one they’d found in Torchline.
For now, though, he walks beside her in a simple sweater, metal arm gleaming from the snow’s reflection from sleeves that have been pushed up. “I imagine it would be difficult to attain water from such an icy place…” He trails off, boot nosing mound of snow into a sphere, before he picks it up in his metal hand and molds it into a ball. “So we can just waltz up and take a chunk of ice?” An amused grin spreads across his face as he looks ahead at a particularly large rock and throws the snowball at it and it lands dead in the center, exploding into powder. If there’s a quietly uttered bingo that Isla hears, so be it.
For now, though, he walks beside her in a simple sweater, metal arm gleaming from the snow’s reflection from sleeves that have been pushed up. “I imagine it would be difficult to attain water from such an icy place…” He trails off, boot nosing mound of snow into a sphere, before he picks it up in his metal hand and molds it into a ball. “So we can just waltz up and take a chunk of ice?” An amused grin spreads across his face as he looks ahead at a particularly large rock and throws the snowball at it and it lands dead in the center, exploding into powder. If there’s a quietly uttered bingo that Isla hears, so be it.
VARUS
