reminiscing endlessly

Deimos Remaining in his crouch, the predacious ease of his stature lent to scrutinizing, quiet, speculative, taking anything in that he could, either offered or not. Ancient. Cane – either weaponry, a necessity, or both, mannerisms of bowing ventures caused his eyes to narrow slightly. The Climb, now Hollowed footholds. Intriguing in some way – how the Grounds had become another realm welcoming and inviting; and perhaps, in the aftermath of the war, they’d needed something, someone, other than Ascended hovering around its doors. It had struggled mightily, and for good reason, for a long while. He rose to his full stature thereafter, regarding a few more pebbles but doing nothing with them. He could feel the restlessness growing, uncertain on any other pragmatics with this stranger. “And how are you finding the Grounds?” became an offered rumble instead. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime