@neverbreakapromise
the branch hardly bends beneath the weight of the tenno as he observes the strange being beneath him. its armor looks cold, like that of the grineer and their artificial bodies, but there are old scars and hidden wounds that the healer can sense beneath the sage and black -- a reflective gold visor is what initially catches their attention, however, a deeper gold than the orokin’s pale kingdom he was so familiar with. it is neither grineer nor corpus nor oro nor tenno.
butterflies flap past oberon, dipping down with a whisper -- beneath him stands a legend of this strange galaxy beyond the void -- before the bright blue insects alight atop the helmet and shoulders of the sage being. oberon tilts his head slightly, using the insignificant momentum to tip down the branch as he hooks his knees around the wood, and he slips purposefully before he comes face to visor with the being, upside-down as he hangs, silent and observing.
a talon’d hand raises, tapping the golden visor to listen to its dull echo before gently tracing over the grooves within the helm curiously, and for a moment, he forgets about everything but playing with the shiny gold visor.
