DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
There’d once been a time where Deimos had never believed or thought he’d ever be involved in politics – and now for a second lifetime, he found himself squarely bearing the brunt of titles and guardianship. Sharing the burdens with others, namely Evie and Noah, gave him some ability to not falter and stumble and fumble along, and there was still some liberation and freedom to be had amidst all the other necessities. To hear Alys’s inquiries meant something to him too – citizens capable, willing, and able to see where their world was going, rather than sitting and letting it all pass them by. “The greenhouse and our hunters provide many food resources, but there will always be a need for more.” Especially if they continued to gain newcomers, more Abandoned made their way here, or for any other reasons those around found Halo suitable for themselves. “We have been open to trade, but the difficulty of such actions remains without anyone in command of several lands.”The Hollowed Grounds could do much with their new stretch of land – fertile and farmed. The Greatwood, with endless timber. He didn’t know enough about Stormbreak, save for the racist overtures, to warrant them much else, save perhaps knowledge and history. Another thought rumbled through his mind, extending outward to the seer. “Supposedly Torchline was holding another election too, but I have not heard any results.”
Unite and spread the heart apart
