A/N: Been a while since I last posted. To compensate, here's some of the works I've been writing down in my free time and submitting to r/DestinyJournals.

Since the Incident at the Widow's Court, and the subsequent trial that stripped him of his enforcer status, Rhylan found himself with more time than he knew what to do with. Foregoing his Black Shield armor for one that celebrated what Zavala called a "Solstice of Heroes," the old Titan has been scouring the system for remnants of the now-dead Sunbreaker Order - any indications that the legendary group of exiles once held power beyond what the City condoned.

While he pored over the still-functioning digital archives in the Ishtar Collective on Venus - an irony, considering it was here where he first set out to learn the fury of Fire - he heard a loud crash in the 2nd level of the small library, followed by a string of profanities the Titan could not help but chuckle at.

As a compromise between the Vanguard and the increasingly-overbearing City Consensus, Rhylan would be allowed to leave the confines of the Walls if and only if he was accompanied by at least one other Guardian - in this case, the young Crucible champion and Voidwalker Kiara Proel. And judging by how she seemed to flit about, her youth was a testament to how much she had to learn in the way of patience.

"How much longer do we have to be here?" the Warlock bemoaned from the upper level.

"Until I find what I'm looking for, Warlock."

Footsteps can be heard as the Warlock made her descent, her stride doing little to hide her annoyance at the Titan's seemingly passive attitude. "You don't even know what you're looking for, so can we please stop wasting each other's time and go back home?"

At this, the Titan seemed to pause for a few seconds, then returned to his work of poring over the archives he was obsessed with - archives that the Sunbreakers seemed to use as a terminal for storing transmissions between outposts.

His silence elicited another groan of frustration from the Voidwalker. Stomping around the first floor, Kiara complained, "Why was I assigned to you anyway? Ikora of all people should've known I have matches scheduled today, on top of training Shaxx's stupid fucking rookies how to capture fucking Zones. Let's not even get started on you, you failu-"

The Warlock paused abruptly when she turned to the general direction of the Titan and saw him seemingly glaring daggers at her, despite his face being obscured from view by his helmet.

To his credit, the Titan only stared for a moment, and his shoulders visibly sagged as he let out a small but audible sigh. His voice low, Rhylan said to the Warlock, "I know you haven't forgiven me, and I have enough reason to believe you never will. If you really want to, you can return to the Tower and tell Ikora that I ditched you in the middle of nowhere; I won't hold it against you if you left me here. The choice is, ultimately, yours to make."

Kiara stood frozen, pondering the choice being offered to her. After what must have been minutes, she gave a reply too quiet for even Rhylan to hear. "What did you say?" he said softly.

"... I won't ditch you. If Ikora assigned me to you, then this must be some sort of test from her. But I won't enjoy your company either, got it?" Kiara said sharply.

"Fair enough."

A/N: The armor set is great. The grind to get it? Not so much.