Halovians, by nature, were a somewhat distrustful lot, given everything they went through on a periodic, shitty basis. The old woman nearby watched the interaction with narrowed, speculative eyes, as if she’d seen a lot in her lifetime (probably had, as she looked easily around her eighties). Stooped and hunched over though she might be, not much was going to stop her. Gloves on, furs wrapped around her sanction, she figured the sooner they got this bizarre exchange over with, the sooner the strange interlude could cease and desist. She couldn’t fathom why an Ascended would need ash.
Probably something shifty.
Snagging at the grate, cinders remaining and all, she barreled towards the Wraith with raw impressions from a life surrounded by misery. “Eh, take it and go,” she hastened.
Probably something shifty.
Snagging at the grate, cinders remaining and all, she barreled towards the Wraith with raw impressions from a life surrounded by misery. “Eh, take it and go,” she hastened.
