DEIMOS
Easier to settle with the dragon clear across the tundra and sky, he diverted his attentions between stone and Evergreen, motioning the former in place until another portion of earth had countered and balanced, and waiting for the latter. The Hollowed Grounds always represented a piece of fractured lives in way other lands seemed incapable; all clustered together, encircled in their dynamics and histories spiraling out from one another. The journeys were long and labored from those central points, but somehow they always managed to segment back together in bizarre ways.
His head tilted, watching her even as he slid a sweet roll of out of the bag, biting down on half, chewing thoughtfully as she stood immersed into sentiments he couldn’t quite fathom or see. He bent into pragmatics first and foremost. “Seems like she is on her third.” Chance, or life – dead once in the sea, brought back by the Voice, and then altered into Ancient prowess. Not unlike Kiada’s, but he obviously held far more preference for his family.
With naught more on the subject, his brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, pondering it that was going to be all, or if she were too engrossed in the past, and now heavily reliant on the factions of the present. Swallowing down the rest of his food, and dusting off any sticky sentiments, he didn’t find any conversation with Sunjata worthy of celebration, but it contained some necessary information, regardless. “I was hunting in the Greatwood, and he happened to be there.” No great circumstance, despite the incoming notions. “We discussed the Refuge, and not sending anyone there for the time being. Apparently he wanted to run some tests on that Dahlia person.”
His head tilted, watching her even as he slid a sweet roll of out of the bag, biting down on half, chewing thoughtfully as she stood immersed into sentiments he couldn’t quite fathom or see. He bent into pragmatics first and foremost. “Seems like she is on her third.” Chance, or life – dead once in the sea, brought back by the Voice, and then altered into Ancient prowess. Not unlike Kiada’s, but he obviously held far more preference for his family.
With naught more on the subject, his brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, pondering it that was going to be all, or if she were too engrossed in the past, and now heavily reliant on the factions of the present. Swallowing down the rest of his food, and dusting off any sticky sentiments, he didn’t find any conversation with Sunjata worthy of celebration, but it contained some necessary information, regardless. “I was hunting in the Greatwood, and he happened to be there.” No great circumstance, despite the incoming notions. “We discussed the Refuge, and not sending anyone there for the time being. Apparently he wanted to run some tests on that Dahlia person.”
think about this
you have the ability to survive anything
you have the ability to survive anything
