I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Deimos wasn’t surprised at all to hear of Soleil’s exploits, nor Sah yearning to strive and protect where he could. “I have seen her out and about,” and he grinned, wondering just how far she’d ventured in her boldness. “What were you thinking of?” Brainstorming creation ideas had always been something of a hobby for him, with sheets of paper nestled away in his studies, full and contained with notions and projects; most leaning towards armory or weapons of some kind.
Leaning back in his chair, had he heard the inquiry years before, the spiraling histories and nestled, nettled pathways might have spun and stung. But instead of lingering in those doldrums, his smile softened, eyes going downward, mind wandering over the memories with diligence and careful proceedings; mindful of the scars. “A charm embedded with an ability to shield.” Of LongNights, clustered together in the Hollowed Grounds, of stars and protection, and other lacerations fallen to naught more than learned lessons and quiet trauma.
Leaning back in his chair, had he heard the inquiry years before, the spiraling histories and nestled, nettled pathways might have spun and stung. But instead of lingering in those doldrums, his smile softened, eyes going downward, mind wandering over the memories with diligence and careful proceedings; mindful of the scars. “A charm embedded with an ability to shield.” Of LongNights, clustered together in the Hollowed Grounds, of stars and protection, and other lacerations fallen to naught more than learned lessons and quiet trauma.
DEIMOS
