Deimos
To hear the other man lived in the Greatwood caused an arch to the Sword’s brow, breaking over the mold of the reticent mask. He hadn’t heard of many living amidst the trees lately, save for Phoebe, and even then, it didn’t appear to be a popular choice. He figured, in a way, the Fae were probably more than content with such intervals, but at the same time, he wondered about how they’d all manage to survive. They’d always managed to surprise them though, with mighty warriors and fighters lurking amidst the boughs, and the maze of the woods themselves; perhaps they didn’t need or want for much of anything, because they didn’t find it necessary. After all, they had only been targets of the Ascended’s ire.
He couldn’t quite help his curiosity though; for he could recall Phoebe attending the meeting, but not much thereafter. “Is the Greatwood doing anything to prepare? How did it fare after the war?” He hadn’t been in quite a while, save for weird pools gathered and the alterations of the rivers’ tracks; and maybe it had endured far better than the rest of the world. “And thank you. The more who know, the better.” Wisdom, sagacity, and information had always been valuable.
He couldn’t quite help his curiosity though; for he could recall Phoebe attending the meeting, but not much thereafter. “Is the Greatwood doing anything to prepare? How did it fare after the war?” He hadn’t been in quite a while, save for weird pools gathered and the alterations of the rivers’ tracks; and maybe it had endured far better than the rest of the world. “And thank you. The more who know, the better.” Wisdom, sagacity, and information had always been valuable.
we exhume our enemy's bones
we are battling, hungry beasts
we are battling, hungry beasts
