FOX
"The little drink with the what?" Fox blinks, because of course the Hollowed Grounds doesn't have anything like those sorts of cocktails. Or perhaps they did, once upon a time, but he'd been Ascended back then and still wouldn't have understood. Go figure. "Does it rain a lot on pleasure cruises, then?" That would explain the little umbrellas, at least.
Ahem. Anyway.
"You don't have to tell me," he agrees of shit being tense, casting his gaze back out across the islands, as if remembering when the Grounds was one large land mass. "It's a nice thought, though. That people might move here, instead of away." Most Grounders, himself included, were just here out of habit, he thought.
Glancing back across at Tal - the shudder is a bit difficult to miss - he raises his eyebrows. "I didn't realise banshees got as far as Halo," he says, before softly shaking his head. "Never personally, no. You see them and hear them a lot at night though, especially towards Leafchange."
Ahem. Anyway.
"You don't have to tell me," he agrees of shit being tense, casting his gaze back out across the islands, as if remembering when the Grounds was one large land mass. "It's a nice thought, though. That people might move here, instead of away." Most Grounders, himself included, were just here out of habit, he thought.
Glancing back across at Tal - the shudder is a bit difficult to miss - he raises his eyebrows. "I didn't realise banshees got as far as Halo," he says, before softly shaking his head. "Never personally, no. You see them and hear them a lot at night though, especially towards Leafchange."
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
