kind of tired of all the empty picture frames

Comfortable. Every aspect of life in the Armada seemed comfortable... Halo felt like she was doing it wrong. In the environment that had raised her, she'd come to know hardship as a near constant friend. They were always scraping, preparing, saving, scrambling... all of it. Constantly doing, planning, setting things in motion. Even taking a spare few moments to escape the summer heat, as she did today, was considered time wasted. In the back of the pale creature's mind, she was wasting time. Ah yes, the passing things that the grey reminded her, and the thoughts that it would set in motion... spinning through her head. Even taking time to relax had Halo frowning upon herself.

Still, she wasn't left to her own thoughts long. A boy with a mottled coat, about her age. It seemed like she saw him long before he saw her, but that was okay. When his gaze finally hit Halo, though, he nearly went tumbling-- "Sorry," she called with a grimace. "I didn't mean to startle you." She shifted a bit up river, away from the boy, an effort to give him more space if he wanted it. Halo's tone was sheepish. "Please, do. It's getting awfully warm," her smile was gentle, though, and it played in her words as she spoke. For as awkward as the girl could be, at least she was genuine.

"I'm Halo," she offered, words soft. Friendly. Halo could do friendly, especially as she shared space within the cool water. For today, she could try her best to be comfortable in the company of others.

"Halo"