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An impulsive laughter erupted from the warrior woman as the girl’s daddy was given a name. It was quite possible that this wasn’t his first child; the man was older than Halo by many years. She shook her head, lightly, the necklace of teeth rattling drily on its cord. The Centurion would have expected something fiercer than this little doll though. But she was young and had many months to develop into something her father could be proud of. Air whistled through shitting lips; she was sort of uncertain of who Uh-rih was.
Halo resisted pulling a grimace when she learned who the girl lived with. Her initial reaction was to sneer at the thought of Talitha and Valkyrie taking care of a child. It shouldn’t be a surprise, because someone obviously failed hard at the parent thing. The Lykoi should know; she was a complete failure on this field. But it wouldn’t stop her from doing the right thing now (or, whatever was right in her opinion at the moment). ”Go home to Tali and Val,” she barked, voice firm and angry, though her temper had not yet risen. The girl couldn’t roam around alone and Halo didn’t want to play babysitter.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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