FOX
Smiling over his shoulder at Boreal, Fox watches the dragon at work for a few moments before he concentrates on navigating the (still relatively swampy) riverbank back to solid ground. "Have you had your companion long?" he wonders, and perhaps there's a hint of something close to loneliness in his expression before he squashes it down to pay attention to his acquaintance and the way home.
"Oh, damn," he says with a raise of his eyebrows. "You're a bit far out even for a courier, aren't you?" Fox has never been to Halo, naturally, and now that he's an Ancient he doubts he ever will. "Is it as cold as people say?"
But then it's away from the frigid continent and down to Torchline, and he shakes his head gently. "I haven't," he confesses. "I found a shrine to Dygra here, so I've not even been to the Climb."
"Oh, damn," he says with a raise of his eyebrows. "You're a bit far out even for a courier, aren't you?" Fox has never been to Halo, naturally, and now that he's an Ancient he doubts he ever will. "Is it as cold as people say?"
But then it's away from the frigid continent and down to Torchline, and he shakes his head gently. "I haven't," he confesses. "I found a shrine to Dygra here, so I've not even been to the Climb."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
