> -- How long had it been? Years and years, sweeps and sweeps. This was your first visit to another after - well, being alive again. You told Nix that you were dead, right? The yellow in your eyes will certainly be something.
About fifteen minutes after saying he’d arrive, Equius does so. He’s outside of the cabin, a few things over his shoulder. A bag of yams, marshmellows, and preserved meats that were meant only as gifts. And a hive warming gift, slung over the other.
“Nix?” He calls out, still getting used to the name. Then he smells it - the beginnings of a fire, and he heads that way.
















