[Mini Event] [se] midnight palettes

DEIMOS

The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates

Grateful Evie had taken over in the other parameters of information sharing, his eyes searched and scanned the rest of their constituents for reactions, or for other insights. Iskra’s silence was enough of a tell – likely absorption of everything going on – but the Sword didn’t know the younger man well enough to presume anything else. Sah, on the other hand, as another devoted Safrin follower, seemed all the more tense for it.

Snagging at his own pile of papers, Deimos nodded towards the Abandoned. “My thoughts were to add defenses to the dome we already have in place.” Especially with the threat of dragons always present, regardless of other impending threats. “I would also like to refurbish the jail,” given any impending ridiculous acts – the threat that moronic ventures could be confined and curtailed would always be worth upholding. “Hold more trainings – especially target practice.” If anyone was intrigued by the latter, permitting the smallest of smirks to curl along his lips. “We will take any suggestions.” The Citadel walls had been enhanced and reinforced last season, but there were eternally other things to do.

The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead