DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Eventually, those notions stirring around her head would feel normal; a residual set of thoughts to complement or abut her own. For now, amidst the new ventures, the tides and tasks of everything fresh, foreign, and new, would seem briefly insurmountable, until broken apart by smaller and smaller layers – and the meticulous Sword understood them well. As she relinquished her presence to the kitchen, Deimos followed with the bundle in his arms and the string bountifully tossed back and forth.
However, he eventually settled himself along the floor, permitting the cub to find its surroundings in the close sanction and shelter of the Wardens’ presence, tethered attentions there with the volleying thread. With focus somewhat alleviated, his eyes darted back and forth, watching keenly as Evie prepared, a brief snort following. “Yes.” While Deimos had named his companions after family members, protecting the heritage of memories and foundations, he wasn’t certain the Evergreen would branch into those particular subjects. “Do you have anything in mind?”
However, he eventually settled himself along the floor, permitting the cub to find its surroundings in the close sanction and shelter of the Wardens’ presence, tethered attentions there with the volleying thread. With focus somewhat alleviated, his eyes darted back and forth, watching keenly as Evie prepared, a brief snort following. “Yes.” While Deimos had named his companions after family members, protecting the heritage of memories and foundations, he wasn’t certain the Evergreen would branch into those particular subjects. “Do you have anything in mind?”
under the bludgeonings of chance
my head is bloody, but unbowed
my head is bloody, but unbowed
