I carried my own ashes to the mountains
The beginning of Deepfrost seemed to spiral on inspirations or designations for change, and while Deimos didn’t always revel in the notions of alterations, this one in particular was an interest for his people. Given how many Abandoned centered themselves within Halo’s walls, and never Stormbreak’s, the notions of how to best support both kingdoms was an inevitable wake, and Sohalia arrived promptly along the council hall.
He did too – surprisingly within its ramparts instead of in the barracks, after conducting another meeting. Unfurling a long breath and walking down the length of the corridor to the next vast room, the Sword greeted the Heart with a nod of his head and his usual rumble. “Sohalia. Thank you for doing this.” Before pilfering a cookie, and rounding over to a seat, papers and charcoal in hand.
He did too – surprisingly within its ramparts instead of in the barracks, after conducting another meeting. Unfurling a long breath and walking down the length of the corridor to the next vast room, the Sword greeted the Heart with a nod of his head and his usual rumble. “Sohalia. Thank you for doing this.” Before pilfering a cookie, and rounding over to a seat, papers and charcoal in hand.
DEIMOS
