reminiscing endlessly

Deimos The Sword had held no expectation of conversing – simply passing through while other tournament battles forged onward. Later, he could dig into the parameters surrounding Ru and Seren’s exchange, the volley between Sah and Hadama, and other proportions – for then the stranger hastened a congratulations, and he was forced to do something other than revel in silence. Sometimes he forgot he could be instantly recognized; too enamored with the prospects of simply disappearing into midsts of people, places, and shadows. It’d been too many years since he could truly hasten towards corners and be ignored, and likely after the latest display…he tried not to wrinkle his nose. “Thank you,” rumbled from his throat instead. Then his eyes narrowed, examining and scrutinizing much like the stranger seemed to be committing to him, and the Warden gave nothing away save for his still stance; watching, waiting. “Who are you?” Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime