Things are strange, but Halo can’t find it in himself to care. He’d been around with Delya, he’d been around with Dimitri, but today they are nowhere near. It’s true. Things are strange, but the boy is strong and the boy is smart. Not being able to hear gives you a different set of skills. A different set of emotions. A different way of understanding the world as it sits around you. Halo wears it like a royal cloak of stars. Things are different in his world, but the are similar. That’s what matters. He could still understand he could still do. He’d still think for himself.
Proudly the creature carries himself across the ground, finding the plane that he’d originally known as home. Things were different now, but he was unafraid. He need not be, of course, as things could get strange but warm memories would keep him safe. There’s nearly a confidence to the child, as nothing odd sits on his surface. Just a pale creature, a sort of ghost. The smoke left behind by a fire that once swept over these lands. Mom was gone, dad was somewhere out there, and those that had been left to raising him had taken a day off. Halo was fine. Strong and silent, he moved across the land.
The plane was green as ever, and his pale tail wagged. Yes. This was the place. This was the place that had been home long ago and this was the place that he was going to look upon. Not quite bold, but he is here. That’s what counts. That’s what matters. He’d learned to speak, he’d learn to cope, he’d learned to survive. It was time that Halo learned how to thrive.
halo
my clothes are still soaking wet from your brother’s tears |