DEIMOS
what tried to destroy you
didn't have the strength
didn't have the strength
As the morning pressed onward, the sun rising higher in the sky, their time had come to an end. Unaware of Noah’s sentiments, other than some disgruntlement across the bond (and if he didn’t want to say anything or be upfront about it, then Deimos would choose to ignore it), the Sword glanced, giving a brief inspection, to everyone’s jars. They received nods, and a satisfied smile, content with what they’d been able to snag from such small and meager amounts of water. “Good. Wehave plenty.” As long as all the wares stayed capped – and he secured the lid on his own too.
Eyes flickering towards the horizon again, he jutted his head in the direction of the Oerwoud. “One last stop,” as a rallying cry, and then they could return home.
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Jars are filled and the group will be heading to the Oerwoud next. Stay tuned for the upcoming thread!
{FIN}
Eyes flickering towards the horizon again, he jutted his head in the direction of the Oerwoud. “One last stop,” as a rallying cry, and then they could return home.
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Jars are filled and the group will be heading to the Oerwoud next. Stay tuned for the upcoming thread!
{FIN}
still you stand
sturdy and smelling of smoke
sturdy and smelling of smoke
