I carried my own ashes to the mountains
He would’ve endured the cold for as long as she required, brow arched and smirk held aloft, only shifting his furs and coat back in place when her fingers ambled back into gloves. The questions gave him pause though, because it was difficult to remove the senses of apprehension, the incoming dread, of the unknown. A year without war was just that; but violence, vigilance, and vehemence had been built into his bones, his mind, his soul, for so long, that he found it difficult to draw the taut edges away from his spine, to contort into other angles. “She did not seem disapproving.” He shrugged his shoulders, trying to alleviate the junctures of layers creeping along his ribcage, but finding them remaining, solid and tangible in their own rights. “But I am not sure.” Too fresh, too new, too ignorant of what they were or what it meant. Had Kiada not been involved, he may not have bothered at all. “I hesitate to take away a natural defense,” for by and large, Halo kept many at bay by the cold alone.
Maybe the hot springs would be enough of a lure. Maybe time would tell. “We can wait and see. Get more information,” was a distinct rumble, but he’d let her mull it over as well. If they were truly leagues of innocence and merely another amongst them, it would eventually become a non-issue.
The Evergreen’s statements, though not voiced aloud about Sam, caused his jaw to clench. An apology for a sibling gone nearly nestled on the tip of his tongue, but he knew better. There were no easy answers, and he felt all the hazier and more ambivalent about the situations. Eventually, instead of warring away in silence, he chucked another portion of timber within, pondering about the nature and value of luck, fortune, these days. “Hopefully there are more.”
Maybe the hot springs would be enough of a lure. Maybe time would tell. “We can wait and see. Get more information,” was a distinct rumble, but he’d let her mull it over as well. If they were truly leagues of innocence and merely another amongst them, it would eventually become a non-issue.
The Evergreen’s statements, though not voiced aloud about Sam, caused his jaw to clench. An apology for a sibling gone nearly nestled on the tip of his tongue, but he knew better. There were no easy answers, and he felt all the hazier and more ambivalent about the situations. Eventually, instead of warring away in silence, he chucked another portion of timber within, pondering about the nature and value of luck, fortune, these days. “Hopefully there are more.”
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