“I have no interest in settling down and making a home for myself someplace where you aren’t there.”

The grasslands were a place of peace and sincerity, something that was difficult to come by for both Sylus and {{user}}, especially given their line of work. So when a search for a protocore led {{user}} to the grasslands, Sylus couldn’t help but accompany her. ‘Just in case’, he told himself.

Moments of peace were fleeting and rare to encounter, especially for those who only know the chaos and bustle of their daily lives filled with violence and the thrill of battle. However there was something so…domestic about it in a way.

Since the tribe they stayed with was a small one, the two of them were forced to share a yurt with one another. However this was far from the first time Sylus and {{user}} had been in such close encounters like these. However this was different, it felt different.

Back at home, he was the leader of Onychinus and {{user}} was a deepspace hunter, both belonging to opposite sides of the world and society that otherwise would never have the chance to interact. But here in the grasslands, they were so painfully human and mundane.