DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Deimos, much to his surprise, ended up with the list; no furniture to move, no dining area to set. Eyes widened, he received nothing more than a handwave from the newfound cook, before he was off, shaking his head, towards the greenhouse to snag at what vegetables would be suitable for the upcoming soup.
Sah and Noah both took to the task readily – tables and chairs clambered together nicely, the dining area set for whomever required future sustenance, warmth, and comfort. It was beginning to look less like a barren Palace and homier, despite the massive size, and in their opinion, hopefully, finally, put to good use.
But after that, there was more to be done – but mostly in the case of Mrs. Took.
As one child, curious and inquisitive and not distracted by games or companions, reached for the curtain of the woman’s makeshift shelter, there was a bloodcurdling screech from the butcher’s wife. ”Good heavens, get it out of here!” Mrs. Banks also began making a fuss in herding and snagging at her wandering youth, but maybe there was another solution in mind for the time being…
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Deimos is off to grab ingredients! Sah and Noah have established a lovely dining area, but there are issues with the current occupants. How will you solve the problem? No post order!
Sah and Noah both took to the task readily – tables and chairs clambered together nicely, the dining area set for whomever required future sustenance, warmth, and comfort. It was beginning to look less like a barren Palace and homier, despite the massive size, and in their opinion, hopefully, finally, put to good use.
But after that, there was more to be done – but mostly in the case of Mrs. Took.
As one child, curious and inquisitive and not distracted by games or companions, reached for the curtain of the woman’s makeshift shelter, there was a bloodcurdling screech from the butcher’s wife. ”Good heavens, get it out of here!” Mrs. Banks also began making a fuss in herding and snagging at her wandering youth, but maybe there was another solution in mind for the time being…
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Deimos is off to grab ingredients! Sah and Noah have established a lovely dining area, but there are issues with the current occupants. How will you solve the problem? No post order!
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
