I've embraced the torch passed to me
owned what I've been called to be
A woman with a familiar face hails her from across the street and the Wraith turns on her heels, brows raised at the greeting - which ends up being questionably friendly. Unable to tell if the woman is friend or foe quiet yet, she instead focuses on putting a face to a name. “Needed a brief vacation,” she jests with a small smile, because Halo is hardly a destination for vacations.
But to those who don’t feel the cold, it very well might be.
“Aaaaaisha?” A grimace betrays her shame in being unable to verify her identity - having never met the Outlander before, she has an idea based on seeing her around the Grounds when the Halovian once lived there, but nothing terribly concrete. “You once lived in the Grounds, yeah?”
But to those who don’t feel the cold, it very well might be.
“Aaaaaisha?” A grimace betrays her shame in being unable to verify her identity - having never met the Outlander before, she has an idea based on seeing her around the Grounds when the Halovian once lived there, but nothing terribly concrete. “You once lived in the Grounds, yeah?”
full tilt,
hello destiny
WESSEX
