this is the reckoning
The noticeable wince flickering through Ronin’s features was enough of a warning – they’d be back to square one on any of those fronts. Though there were some curious points made – the matter of the Draig was a home (but given half a moment, Deimos could surmise why – a retreat into those summits ensured no one but the predacious wildlife would bother them at all) – or that he hadn’t kept up with the notions of Stormbreak. Understandable, he admitted, even if there was a touch of disappointment in the tones.
They’d find a way. There were always other possibilities, other routes, to take.
And with a league of steadfast, determined people along Halo’s roots, he didn’t let the setback linger in his skull for very long. His eyes followed the poignant direction Ronin’s gaze had taken, towards the sky, where ningos didn’t dare fly for the moment, as if a glance would ensure the land would simply appear. That is what I heard. The Grounds changed significantly too, given the details in Darkeye’s map.
They’d find a way. There were always other possibilities, other routes, to take.
And with a league of steadfast, determined people along Halo’s roots, he didn’t let the setback linger in his skull for very long. His eyes followed the poignant direction Ronin’s gaze had taken, towards the sky, where ningos didn’t dare fly for the moment, as if a glance would ensure the land would simply appear. That is what I heard. The Grounds changed significantly too, given the details in Darkeye’s map.
DEIMOS
