I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos rarely shared with strangers, and sometimes still with friends. It came as a side-effect multiple lives and war-torn lands; where enemies lived amongst and amidst, where betrayal was imminent, where information was key, and trust could only go so far. Too much unwound meant death and destruction – so he parsed, careful, discrete. He would like to believe he’d come a long way from being completely silent and sometimes thought of as nearly mute; but it still didn’t mean he’d unfurl anything and everything to those around him.
Perhaps Thorn understood, or had seen enough to know not to press, and the Sword grabbed another book about oceanic creatures (some of which he’d never seen as he glanced over some pictures and descriptions, thumbing through the tome quickly), placing it in his grasp with the other.
The inquiry drew his attention though, mostly due to relations of the academy with Ru first, and Evie second. Zariah could be a distant haze for all he cared. “Yes. Were you interested in joining?”
Perhaps Thorn understood, or had seen enough to know not to press, and the Sword grabbed another book about oceanic creatures (some of which he’d never seen as he glanced over some pictures and descriptions, thumbing through the tome quickly), placing it in his grasp with the other.
The inquiry drew his attention though, mostly due to relations of the academy with Ru first, and Evie second. Zariah could be a distant haze for all he cared. “Yes. Were you interested in joining?”
DEIMOS
