He reached up to clasp Noah's arm, and though curiosity shone in emerald eyes he waited to indulge it, considering Noah's question. "Well," he assured him. "Quiet. Unusually so, but..." He shrugged. "It is better than the alternative." It was almost too quiet, and though Hadama was inclined to enjoy it while it lasted he was pragmatic enough to know that it was likely only the calm before a storm. The longer Apopo was quiet, the more spectacular its eruptions, after all.
Only then did he look up to his friend, head tilted in question. "What brings you to the Hollowed Grounds?" He had not expected the Sentinel to leave Halo, but assumptions were so often proved wrong that he held the thought close and instead waited to learn what new happenings in his friend's life had caused it to change so swiftly.
Only then did he look up to his friend, head tilted in question. "What brings you to the Hollowed Grounds?" He had not expected the Sentinel to leave Halo, but assumptions were so often proved wrong that he held the thought close and instead waited to learn what new happenings in his friend's life had caused it to change so swiftly.
