reminiscing endlessly

Deimos The dolphins could bring their storms all they’d like; his ire could match theirs too. Amused, his own Mastered Air pulsated once more, affixed to the pebbles and their juvenile modicums, along with pushing the errant clouds away. Wholly unbothered by the scenario, or antagonizing the creatures, his attention meandered back to Astaroth, brow arched at the job description. Though he wasn’t surprised, given who Danta was. He had to wonder if the Ancient would run into Noah, given how many issues and circumstances had cropped up there, and the demigod’s supposed necessities in assisting the Grounds. “Sounds like a decent deal,” shrugging, he scattered the rocks again in different arrangements. “It is good to see the Grounds becoming something again.” Different; not so haunted, not so bleak, not so tragic. A regrowth and rebirth, given everything that had happened over the hundreds of years it was kept locked and chiseled away – and thereafter. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime