DEIMOS
The sound of iron shots is stuck in my head
The thunder of the drums dictates
The thunder of the drums dictates
Mrs. Took was sent to near sputtering at Noah’s sudden appearance, and the closing of her curtain, but quickly peeled away to silent grumbling as the child, and the hordes of others, were occupied by the Forsaken and Sah’s activities. The older children, content to help with any proceedings, followed alongside Noah, eager and chipper and completely unaware, with Mrs. Knotwise applauding them in her usual soft manner. “Get a nice fire going for us, dears, and then the sooner we can eat,” as means of encouragement.
While Sah was properly, and understandably, irritated, his mannerisms persisted in snagging at the rest of the young flock, with Mrs. Banks alongside, to paint some rocks and rubble. The requests for colors came on streamlined efforts, shouts, and hollers of excitement. “Rainbow!” “Silver!” “Turquoise!” all held banners of enthusiasm – and perhaps the Wild Thunder would be able to corral them in an area away from Mrs. Took.
Deimos, meanwhile, had snagged vegetables, broth, and several other ingredients from either the greenhouse or whatever the markets were willing to spare, before returning to the sight of the shelter. His eyes might have widened at the entanglement of children running around in different locales, but then he shrugged, intent on his goal. “Let me know if this is not enough,” he told Mrs. Knotwise when he’d unloaded all of it, to which she tutted and began mixing together in a large pot.
Turning back to his constituents, and muffling something like a snicker, he gave them another mission while the food cooked and rendered. “I figured we could tackle the medical area next,” jaw jutting over to where the supplies had been stored, but clearly not moved in everything else going on.
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The children have been occupied (again), and Deimos has returned with the ingredients for food!
Next tasks:
- One to continue to occupy the children/help stoke the fire for the soup
- Two for getting the medical area ready, including storing bandages, gauze, etc.
No post order! Deimos will take the last available task.
While Sah was properly, and understandably, irritated, his mannerisms persisted in snagging at the rest of the young flock, with Mrs. Banks alongside, to paint some rocks and rubble. The requests for colors came on streamlined efforts, shouts, and hollers of excitement. “Rainbow!” “Silver!” “Turquoise!” all held banners of enthusiasm – and perhaps the Wild Thunder would be able to corral them in an area away from Mrs. Took.
Deimos, meanwhile, had snagged vegetables, broth, and several other ingredients from either the greenhouse or whatever the markets were willing to spare, before returning to the sight of the shelter. His eyes might have widened at the entanglement of children running around in different locales, but then he shrugged, intent on his goal. “Let me know if this is not enough,” he told Mrs. Knotwise when he’d unloaded all of it, to which she tutted and began mixing together in a large pot.
Turning back to his constituents, and muffling something like a snicker, he gave them another mission while the food cooked and rendered. “I figured we could tackle the medical area next,” jaw jutting over to where the supplies had been stored, but clearly not moved in everything else going on.
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The children have been occupied (again), and Deimos has returned with the ingredients for food!
Next tasks:
- One to continue to occupy the children/help stoke the fire for the soup
- Two for getting the medical area ready, including storing bandages, gauze, etc.
No post order! Deimos will take the last available task.
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead
The rising of the horns, ahead
The rising of the horns, ahead
