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RE: all is not frost - Deimos - 09-18-2025
While his wings permitted hovering, Deimos’ range could be extended to greater heights – loosening the earthen incantations into deeper grooves and chiseled away sections. It would’ve been impossible to see or notice from below, but here, amidst all the pitfalls, he shook his head, eyes narrowed and focused on the task. Stone swept back in to where ice and snow had crept after many years, erasing the wrap and erosion, and tending to the outcroppings of rock and monuments.
After a while though, he could hear Damien announce the venture coming to a close below – meaning they’d have to meet somewhere in the middle. [say]“All right,”[/say] he conjured, intending for the rumble and agreement to volley downwards on a resonating volume. So he slowly meandered downward, ensuring that each area had its newfound cast and iron; no more drafts and surprises for whenever the rooms were utilized and occupied.
Eventually he came towards the middle – snorting as Belial circled overhead – and sought the same credentials, touching over the dissolved or crumbled fixtures, seeking out the weakened, deteriorated scraps and funneling all those incantations within. Tilting his head and pondering over probabilities, he even unleashed a trio of concoctions; from Air to Earth to Water, to ensure all the foundational efforts conquered – placed within those sanctions until they were disintegrated no more.
RE: all is not frost - Damien - 09-19-2025
Damien stepped back from the wall he’d been working, flexing his stiff fingers as the last of the mortar set. From above, Deimos’ reply carried down like a short roll of distant thunder, and when Damien tilted his head, he caught the faint shadow of wings against the pale stone before the Warden came down to meet him. He watched the layers of magic knit into the Palace’s bones, shoring up faults that would’ve taken him weeks to patch by hand.
Aria kneaded his shoulder with sleepy paws, purring like she’d already claimed victory for the both of them. Damien just huffed and bent to scoop away the rubble at his feet, clearing the snow-packed grit from the corners so the seams would stay tight. It wasn’t much compared to what Deimos was doing, but clean walls held better, and the small things added up.
Once the last of it was cleared, he turned his attention inward. The Palace’s lower halls were bare and cold, stone biting through to the marrow. Damien fetched several bundles of wood that had been stored already, stacking them by the hearths where it would be easiest to reach when the dark came pressing in. He shook out a rolled tarp, laying it flat over a seam in the floor where the draft had been worst, then moved a few old benches he'd seen lying around closer to the walls so people wouldn’t be left sitting on cold stone.
Practical comforts. The kind you didn’t miss until you needed them.
When he straightened, rubbing a bit of grit from his palms, he glanced up at Deimos, a faint curve to his mouth. [say]“Walls and windows should hold now. Firewood, shelter from the wind, places to sit… come LongNight, this place will be livable. I can make some blankets as well, bring 'em by later.”[/say]
Aria yawned into his ear, unimpressed, and Damien gave her an absent scratch before adding, [say]“Not bad for a day’s work.”[/say]
RE: all is not frost - Deimos - 09-20-2025
Elements persisted amidst construction and renewal, and with a huff of a breath, he finished the remaining portions left along the middle. It’d be something they’d likely have to go over time and time again, due to Halo’s very nature, but he’d take that – just another addition to the eternal list.
Coming down and touching the ground once more, his wings folded back – gone within an instant, as he proceeded into the Palace, following after the procedures. Damien had done more than enough in the interim, and the Sword had already snagged at the snow that had lain inward, cast from all those open fortitudes; now shut off from the plight of the Palace. [say]“Good. Not bad at all,”[/say] he nodded in agreement and accord for the maelstrom of efforts put forth. [say]“Thank you for all the help.”[/say] Tossing another treat to Aria, hoping he could win over any hurt or maimed feelings, he gave another small smile. [say]“Let me know if you need anything. I must head over to the barracks.”[/say] Gathering up his own companions, he granted a solid wave, glancing over the surroundings once again, mentally crossing it off in his mind, before making his way back down the street.
[FIN]