[se] knee deep in forest rivers

Deimos The flames represented a satisfying end – intermingling and weaving, coaxing and infernal, over the dying fringes of the star. It dispersed eventually, ashes gone with the wind and the unfurling river, and he watched as it flickered away, before the incantations faded at his command. Sunjata’s own enchantments seemed to blur and meander off too – the droplets ceasing, but everything else soaked in the midst. He took half a moment to flick the water out of his clothing until the showers cascaded and evaporated simultaneously – realizing, quickly thereafter, that with the void creature gone, it was simply them remaining. A portion of his indifferent, apathetic, but equally petulant and petty soul, felt inclined to spin on his heel and return back the way they’d come. But there’d been a point to his notions and arrival, and he wasn’t about to leave it behind. Taking hold of his bag, he retrieved the guild journal and charcoal, not expecting Sunjata to speak, and extend an olive branch of sorts. His head came up rapidly, eyes narrowing suspiciously, waiting for something else to occur or fracture, not expecting the apology or offer of assistance. Not quite knowing what to do with it, his guard remained, unyielding and uncertain. “Thank you.” Perhaps it was out of the connection with Ru. “We have done much of the repairs and rescues already. Everything else will come with time.” And knowledge – information, about whatever they were facing. Then, because he was nosey, his head tilted. “How did King’s End fare?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime