remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Deimos, through choices, decisions, and lifestyles, had worked hard throughout each life. On defiance, on determination, on strength, on healing, on heartbreak, on loss and grief and anguish – sometimes each lesson more difficult than the last. But he also knew how to churn every ounce of resolution and ambition into something tangible; goals in the backbones of stubbornness and tenacity. The world didn’t hand anything over readily and easily – so he measured the coils and contortions of his prowess with machinations and schemes, puzzled through messes, stayed still in the throngs of chaos.And even now, aimed to provide those semblances to others, no matter how grand or small.
Calm, patient, features reserved without judgment, the Warden simply waited. Most mages he’d met within Caido walls had all begun with the same predicaments: the magic there, but never for long. A basic starting point, whether it be little flames, droplets descending from miniature clouds, or in Alys’s case, an illusion skittering here and there, brief and finite, a bout of prey and nothing more. After a few minutes, it dispersed into the ether, and he nodded. “Good start,” he rumbled, before pondering further. “You will only be able to enhance its longevity through practice and time,” when she advanced, when she prospered, when she found roots and holds. “But today we should work on focusing.” Maintaining it amidst distractions, unease, and discord.
By notes of warning, and impending instruction, he advanced, though still a yard or so away from her. “I am going to attempt at diverting your attention.” The crook of an impish grin curled in the corner of his mouth. “You will not be harmed.” But from there, he permitted the slightest edge of his water incantations to unfurl, gathering portions of snow and molding them into ice, beacons of shards meant to wile around her as she contemplated and strived. “Try again.”
out for vengeance
DEIMOS
