If It Ain't Broken You Break It

The North was still largely a mystery to her. Though they'd been here for a while now, Halo was often too busy to explore. There was so much to tend to, to take care of, it was hard to find time. The last time she'd needed more seedlings, she'd been so swamped that she'd just sent Dread instead. With a soft, sad sigh to herself, she thought about the boy. It seemed like he'd finally realized that he couldn't save everyone. He couldn't heal his siblings, not to 100%... and it seemed this frustrated him so badly, it turned him off of healing entirely. With her heart a bit heavy, Halo ventured away from the Armada. She'd find her own seedlings today.

Between Dread's change of heart and the strange summer calm that had spread over the Armada, Halo could feel the grey creeping in again. Her heart hung heavily in her chest. Melancholy. All of her is melancholy, a side-effect of her not being busy enough. Sure, she could go through the motions. She could live the day to day. She could do all of those things, and do them well... why was she so sad? Why did it make her so sad? There was nothing to be sad about.

At odds with herself, she finds her way to the Crypt. Try as she would to force herself to browse for herbs, it seemed that today her head wasn't really in it. As always, she'd blame it on the grey.

"Halo"