DEIMOS
the ocean does not apologize for its depth
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
and the mountains do not seek forgiveness
Waiting for the process to cease, Deimos listened to the Sentinel, eyes widening briefly at the notions of more power, more strength, for the Citadel. “I like all of those ideas,” and his glance went to Evie as well, intending for her to join in on the mini-session as the rest of the members finished their decision making. “Perhaps we can save those for the next iteration?” Days of Neron escaping had always irked and irritated (annoyed that they couldn’t have been the ones to take him down), and a penchant for ensuring Halo remained stalwart and strong eternally appealed.
Leaving those words to hang over the rest of his political constituents, the Sword cast his own ballot, and then watched, waiting, for the remainder to be tallied.
He wasn’t surprised by the outcome, but his features remained stoic, reserved. Standing once more, he delegated their next set of tasks. “Given that Safrin has already appealed her efforts to us, and most of you are in agreement, we should decide which of her concepts you find more appealing.” Especially with timing – winter would be upon them before they knew it, and in this world, that meant a whole new set of dangers.
The Sword set the voting papers together once more for the next round – small fires made of stars, constellations overhead for any lost souls, and an additional space for other ideas – for future directions. “You may vote again. Thank you for your patience and dedication.”
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Next round of voting for the quest for Safrin!
Your options are:
- Small fires made of stars on the Tundra for anyone caught in the cold
- Constellations overheard to ensure no one gets lost on their way to the Citadel
- You may also include any other ideas for future Safrin quests!
Same as before, send your votes to Time! You have 48 hours, and then we'll move ahead with the results!
Leaving those words to hang over the rest of his political constituents, the Sword cast his own ballot, and then watched, waiting, for the remainder to be tallied.
He wasn’t surprised by the outcome, but his features remained stoic, reserved. Standing once more, he delegated their next set of tasks. “Given that Safrin has already appealed her efforts to us, and most of you are in agreement, we should decide which of her concepts you find more appealing.” Especially with timing – winter would be upon them before they knew it, and in this world, that meant a whole new set of dangers.
The Sword set the voting papers together once more for the next round – small fires made of stars, constellations overhead for any lost souls, and an additional space for other ideas – for future directions. “You may vote again. Thank you for your patience and dedication.”
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Next round of voting for the quest for Safrin!
Your options are:
- Small fires made of stars on the Tundra for anyone caught in the cold
- Constellations overheard to ensure no one gets lost on their way to the Citadel
- You may also include any other ideas for future Safrin quests!
Same as before, send your votes to Time! You have 48 hours, and then we'll move ahead with the results!
for the space they take
and so, neither shall I
and so, neither shall I
