and the only solution was to stand and fight
While Marcus persisted, Deimos filed, placing another portion of parchment into the journals – this one detailing the void encantandos, with blackened dolphins’ etchings along the surface. Withholding a sigh, for he wouldn’t want to concern the child with the constant and ongoing details, newfound each day, over the current circumstances of the world, his attention went back to the reading strategies.
He could see all the familiar features of Noah, in a contented mood, beaming back at him, and the Sword arched his brow as the child announced his findings. A close call, and he didn’t laugh as the tangent continued and spiraled (though it was difficult to muffle, as the story inspired a mental image of Cordelia being very disgruntled). Instead, he smiled, head tilting vaguely with the usual aura of patience and forbearance surrounding his entity. “Very close. The Y in this case makes an I sound. Like in my and by.” Hoping the nuances would segment a connection, he encouraged Marcus to try again with a jutting of his jaw back towards the page.
He could see all the familiar features of Noah, in a contented mood, beaming back at him, and the Sword arched his brow as the child announced his findings. A close call, and he didn’t laugh as the tangent continued and spiraled (though it was difficult to muffle, as the story inspired a mental image of Cordelia being very disgruntled). Instead, he smiled, head tilting vaguely with the usual aura of patience and forbearance surrounding his entity. “Very close. The Y in this case makes an I sound. Like in my and by.” Hoping the nuances would segment a connection, he encouraged Marcus to try again with a jutting of his jaw back towards the page.
DEIMOS
