I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The Sword persisted in the same manner with his magic – indifferent to being watched and observed. It wouldn’t be the first time, and certainly not the last, given the nature of who he was. He bore no shame in his abilities, and never would; born to the reaches of magic and the incantations pulsing through his blood – utilizing them to the best of his knowledge for whatever circumstances coursed amidst the world. So there the Air remained and reigned, contorted upwards to peel edges of threads away from the roof.
George’s silence was intriguing, but only because of the lack of inquiries behind it. Most of the time, especially given his guild activities, when mentioning such animals, individuals were either rampant with curiosity, or hesitant. The Torcher seemed to be either none of those things, or merely absorbing the information. Quirking a brow, and digging in further, Deimos’ deep rumbles continued. “Have you seen such creatures before?” Maybe that had been the reason for lack of reaction – old hat, considering other things that lurked along coasts.
George’s silence was intriguing, but only because of the lack of inquiries behind it. Most of the time, especially given his guild activities, when mentioning such animals, individuals were either rampant with curiosity, or hesitant. The Torcher seemed to be either none of those things, or merely absorbing the information. Quirking a brow, and digging in further, Deimos’ deep rumbles continued. “Have you seen such creatures before?” Maybe that had been the reason for lack of reaction – old hat, considering other things that lurked along coasts.
DEIMOS
