you can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly
He returned the smile with one of his own, promises for the future before the inevitable. Once she figured out other movements and gestures, along with underwater portions, then the freedom of the ocean might not be so daunting. “When I find time, and you get more practice,” was a solidified promise, convictions in the stronghold.
“Possibly.” If he didn’t hear, he could always reach out the next time he ventured towards a shrine, though he wondered if he’d be told off for it not being his business. Halo held the same attributes, after all, rendered inhospitable to many who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, endure the bouts of mountains, the lingering cold. But Torchline and King’s End were entirely different landscapes – and he could only imagine how much the snow or ice would mar and bludgeon the former.
Distracted from his silent contemplations by the alteration in her tone, half a grin formed along his mouth, indifferent to the apple being stolen. Amused, he crunched down purposefully, so the carrot snapped in half along his teeth in an audible destruction. He watched from the corner of his eye to garner a reaction, but ended up stifling a snort as her exuberance varnished down her chin. Permitting her some dignity, or pretending not to see, the General shrugged, mind already switched over to armaments. “It is good to have a variety, regardless.” And while he didn’t give her a pointed stare, the notions might’ve been directed towards her too. “Did you ever decide on what you wanted to use next?”
“Possibly.” If he didn’t hear, he could always reach out the next time he ventured towards a shrine, though he wondered if he’d be told off for it not being his business. Halo held the same attributes, after all, rendered inhospitable to many who couldn’t, or wouldn’t, endure the bouts of mountains, the lingering cold. But Torchline and King’s End were entirely different landscapes – and he could only imagine how much the snow or ice would mar and bludgeon the former.
Distracted from his silent contemplations by the alteration in her tone, half a grin formed along his mouth, indifferent to the apple being stolen. Amused, he crunched down purposefully, so the carrot snapped in half along his teeth in an audible destruction. He watched from the corner of his eye to garner a reaction, but ended up stifling a snort as her exuberance varnished down her chin. Permitting her some dignity, or pretending not to see, the General shrugged, mind already switched over to armaments. “It is good to have a variety, regardless.” And while he didn’t give her a pointed stare, the notions might’ve been directed towards her too. “Did you ever decide on what you wanted to use next?”
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