I carried my own ashes to the mountains
There could’ve been a quip mustered in response (am I not always careful?), but the world already knew the depths he’d go for friends, family, loved ones, and his kingdom. Often that meant danger and alarm, with zero forethought, or care, for his own safety. Such was the way of those who’d grown amidst war and cataclysms – but he appreciated Sah’s notions nonetheless. “I will.” Besides, thus far, nothing had seemed threatening in gathering said information. Just the ominous portions of what lay ahead.
Regardless, his head tilted back in Sah’s direction at the nuances of no laughter, already intrigued. “All right…,” which wasn’t really a promise – but he knew what it meant to have incantations spread and simply construct on their own meanings and speculations, so his eyes drifted to the presented board. There, layered within the wood, were silhouettes of Citadel fixtures, and familiar people tending flames; seeing himself, Ru, Soleil and scores of family. “This is nice,” and he meant it. Nor did he laugh. “What is the occasion?” Or purpose, for the construction.
Regardless, his head tilted back in Sah’s direction at the nuances of no laughter, already intrigued. “All right…,” which wasn’t really a promise – but he knew what it meant to have incantations spread and simply construct on their own meanings and speculations, so his eyes drifted to the presented board. There, layered within the wood, were silhouettes of Citadel fixtures, and familiar people tending flames; seeing himself, Ru, Soleil and scores of family. “This is nice,” and he meant it. Nor did he laugh. “What is the occasion?” Or purpose, for the construction.
DEIMOS
