dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Searching Noah’s face for the truth, she finds a three-quarters answer and the familiar Halovian stoicism. Her eyes dart back and forth, quick and intense, hating that she has to weigh the odds of Halo going for the Old Gods (and therefore against her sisters) and the possibility that the hunter means what he says: that he will protect Elide and Kiada and anyone else who makes their home within its icy walls.
Straining to hear any subject, anything left unsaid, Wessex’s lips tighten together momentarily before she gives her assent with a sharp nod. Maybe she would rue this decision in the future. Maybe not. Neither of them can tell the future. “Okay,” she says and takes a step forward to show that she’s willing to continue on.
For this absurdly dangerous task, for now, she is his. And isn’t it just like a companion to break the tension? As the griffin drifts down, the Wraith’s eyes follow her, a small smile forming as she watches the snow-appropriate companion. “Ah, and who’s this?” she asks, directing the question to both Noah and Eira.
Straining to hear any subject, anything left unsaid, Wessex’s lips tighten together momentarily before she gives her assent with a sharp nod. Maybe she would rue this decision in the future. Maybe not. Neither of them can tell the future. “Okay,” she says and takes a step forward to show that she’s willing to continue on.
For this absurdly dangerous task, for now, she is his. And isn’t it just like a companion to break the tension? As the griffin drifts down, the Wraith’s eyes follow her, a small smile forming as she watches the snow-appropriate companion. “Ah, and who’s this?” she asks, directing the question to both Noah and Eira.
