reminiscing endlessly

Deimos He eventually allowed the pebbles to float and flicker across the top of the pool, watching as they seemingly skipped and skimmed on their own. His attention was mostly for the answer though, of baptisms in fire, of statues, of bathing in blood and amidst flame. He nearly snorted at some other insinuations rambling through his mind, but they were mostly for Kiada, and anything that might have to happen in the future, should things turn unfortunate or unlucky. “That is good to know. Thank you.” Uncertain how best to word his next inquiry, he merely tilted his head, perhaps justified in the curiosity – for unless it was the heralds – he didn’t have many others to ask such intricacies. “What was Caido like before?” Before the Voice, and before barriers? Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime