cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The stoicism remained, even if a long sigh chiseled its way through the forged and reticent armor. “Supposedly there is a threat outside of Caido that she is trying to deal with.” Whatever that happened to be could potentially only be the tip of the iceberg – Deimos, being an Outlander, knew ominous proportions weren’t limited to any land or world. “Neither have I,” but there they were; lingering on the precipice of the unknown and striving to figure out how to deal with it.
Turning another corner, he pulled the sled to a stop for their first delivery, pausing briefly to listen to the sudden unfurling of words the Dragoon prospered. Perhaps it was fortuitous that he had a moment to think, as he gathered the parcel, snagging at the strings and bringing it to the family’s doorstep.
Because something about the announcement made his spine contort into tauter measures – for he’d always been a product of war, of machinations, and aware of what underlying manipulations looked, sounded, and felt like. Maybe it was too much experience at play here, but upon his return to the vessel, he tilted his head, more predacious in its movement. “Is this Stormbreak extending its reach into other lands?” How many times had he seen it happen – opposing soldiers marching into neighboring regions? And not much longer after that, some semblance of an invasion? His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing upon the young Dragoon; because for all the well-meaning gestures behind it, the insinuations and layers underneath were too specious for Deimos to ignore. “Halo has its own soldiers.” He’d know. He presided beside them every day. To serve the mountains, the summit, and the people contained within. “Nor would I want them called away from the land they are dedicated to.”
He left the other remark and response to hang in the air, a decision coming to rest upon the other answers Koa had to offer.
Turning another corner, he pulled the sled to a stop for their first delivery, pausing briefly to listen to the sudden unfurling of words the Dragoon prospered. Perhaps it was fortuitous that he had a moment to think, as he gathered the parcel, snagging at the strings and bringing it to the family’s doorstep.
Because something about the announcement made his spine contort into tauter measures – for he’d always been a product of war, of machinations, and aware of what underlying manipulations looked, sounded, and felt like. Maybe it was too much experience at play here, but upon his return to the vessel, he tilted his head, more predacious in its movement. “Is this Stormbreak extending its reach into other lands?” How many times had he seen it happen – opposing soldiers marching into neighboring regions? And not much longer after that, some semblance of an invasion? His jaw clenched, eyes narrowing upon the young Dragoon; because for all the well-meaning gestures behind it, the insinuations and layers underneath were too specious for Deimos to ignore. “Halo has its own soldiers.” He’d know. He presided beside them every day. To serve the mountains, the summit, and the people contained within. “Nor would I want them called away from the land they are dedicated to.”
He left the other remark and response to hang in the air, a decision coming to rest upon the other answers Koa had to offer.
DEIMOS
