Deimos
The peryton, slightly miffed he wasn’t allowed to partake in either touching, ruining, or joining in whatever his small family was studying, took to the skies, pouting all the way. Deimos allowed it, rather than some other command dominated by irritation, and Zuriel looked calmly beyond, perhaps the only one here with any serenity and ease to her existence.
For he had the same wonderings; the blight, and the subsequent disease thereafter, had felled many, including himself. While the Voice was gone, it didn’t mean after-effects couldn’t linger, or that something new wasn’t rising over the surface. Safrin had said as much – a threat beyond their world. And they couldn’t simply bury their heads in the sand and hope for the best.
But which actions were they meant to take?
Nodding at Evie’s suggestion, he leaned back, watching, studying, to see if anything changed with the healing threads lingering, steadying, towards the plant. A restless anticipation settled over him, pondering, knowing it couldn’t be that simple, and yet, still holding onto a notion that maybe that was all it would take. Some mending proportions to the greater masses of plants, and nothing would be worse for the wear. “I already talked to Kiada. The Grounds have constant rain.” Which meant the changes could be over multiple landscapes. “I am going to send out letters to other leaders. See if anything is happening elsewhere.”
For he had the same wonderings; the blight, and the subsequent disease thereafter, had felled many, including himself. While the Voice was gone, it didn’t mean after-effects couldn’t linger, or that something new wasn’t rising over the surface. Safrin had said as much – a threat beyond their world. And they couldn’t simply bury their heads in the sand and hope for the best.
But which actions were they meant to take?
Nodding at Evie’s suggestion, he leaned back, watching, studying, to see if anything changed with the healing threads lingering, steadying, towards the plant. A restless anticipation settled over him, pondering, knowing it couldn’t be that simple, and yet, still holding onto a notion that maybe that was all it would take. Some mending proportions to the greater masses of plants, and nothing would be worse for the wear. “I already talked to Kiada. The Grounds have constant rain.” Which meant the changes could be over multiple landscapes. “I am going to send out letters to other leaders. See if anything is happening elsewhere.”
what does it mean to look upon a ruin
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
we are boneless. we are boiling hot blood.
