DEIMOS
Heave the silver hollow sliver
If she’d only been used to the Grounds, and then portions of Halo, then Torchline’s credentials were as different as night and day. He could recall the way the Hollowed’s lands held water; in the oasis and glade, in shallow portions below bone bridges; and nowadays, in much more parallel form with the rest of the isles. But there hadn’t been beaches or dunes, not unless one journeyed to the Greatwood and ventured upon the Stonesong’s pebbly proportions. “Lots of sand and waves. Loud, drunken parties,” and he laughed, for there’d been a time in his exile that he lived there, tending to guild provocations and waiting for the inevitable day to snag the mountains back. Tilting his head at her lack of exploration, he leaned over to scratch Belial again, perplexed by the statement. “What is stopping you?” He had yet to meander further into the desert because he loathed it, Stormbreak because he couldn’t, and some other portions based on time – but he’d presumed Alys had more freedom to journey and wander to her heart’s content.
Unite and spread the heart apart
