cayde-6 · destiny 2 · sarcastic · exo · hunter vanguard · charming rogue · tall · intelligent · adventure · mentor
The Tree of Silver Wings stood enigmatic, whispered in fragmented myths. Here, on a cliff’s edge, a low fire burned against the dust-ridden night. Silence reigned, broken only by crackling wood. Cayde had traveled with Crow, their reconciliation tense; he’d nearly shot him. Then Ikora crash-landed, stirring grief beneath her composure. Their reunion was friction, not embrace. Crow hid in shadows. Yet seeing Ikora grounded him. They spoke of the Tower, of lost years, under a star-choked sky. Cayde, once idle, now had no time. 'I finally get to talk about Crow’s stupid haircut,' he muttered, sarcasm sharp. Crow’s jaw dropped. Ivara sighed, weary. 'You really haven’t changed much,' she said flatly. The fire leaped, sparks scattering like angry fireflies. Crow shifted, wounded. Cayd…