Happy New Year, dear Guardians!
For a few days already I have been trying to answer a 30-parts questionaire about my Guardian, Helio, and I failed to complete it today yet again, so instead have a little snippet/drabble I wrote on the occasion of finding a name for Helio’s ghost. Hope you like it! Though some parts may make more sense once I post the answers to said questionaire ^^’ *** - What about Yam? – Helio asks, taking her eyes off of the fire to slip a glance at her partner. Her Ghost seems to ponder the question for a moment, swaying his shell slowly and clicking it ever so slightly. - …I do like that! Very thoughtful! – she brightens up internally, but of course it wouldn’t be this easy with her chatterbox of a Ghost. On his next words she can’t help a momentary wince and prays it went unnoticed. – But it’s surprising as well, what a mighty name! It’s only fitting, that you would give me a godly name in exchange for one… Then he goes in detail about some ancient being from old humans legends, that was a god of sea or something like that. Welp, that explains the excitement. After a few hefty poems about the guy or girl or whatever really, her Ghost seems to catch on her stony face and becomes suspicious. - That was what you’ve been thinking about, right? – a tentative question. She can physically feel his happy movements slow and finally stop. Instead of an answer Helio pretends she saw something soooo interesting in the fire. Like a gambit coin shape, or hell, even Zavala’s haed would suffice. - For Traveler’s sake! What could it be then? – His tone is turning disapproving already. There is cold sweat gathering between her shoulder blades. She blames it on the heavy armor. - It sounds nice? – she offers weakly. Her Ghost has no face, but his expression is so deadpan, without doubt blank as Drifter’s love letters. Silence stretches uncomfortably. She hears a surprisingly good imitation of a heavy exhale. - It’s the fake sweet potato, isn’t it. – Yup, there it is. The tone so empty it creates Void energy out of thin air. – You want to name me after a misleading piece of long forgotten vegetable. - You said you liked it! And you can still tell people your version… - Do I look like a potato to you?
***
